Ray, having skipped 1/1/2010, is finally stirring in the mid-afternoon of 1/2/2010. He's not sure if this is a good idea. He's not sure if he should open his eyes. He does not know if admitting to his body that he is awake will cause it to start hurting him even more.
Philippe can't sleep, so he's running the very tip of his tongue across the roof of his mouth, making that crazy tickling sensation. He stops whenever he hears footsteps pass down the hall. In the kitchen, someone he doesn't know is talking about pepperoni.
Téodor is on the couch, eating little wads of $23.99/lb prosciutto di Parma on tortilla chips. Philippe is staring at a glass of water, trying to understand the area where the air and liquid meet.