Will's eyes opened, and he took note of his much longer lashes. That was odd. He didn't remember them being this long. Come to think of it, he didn't remember going to bed naked, either. And had someone put beanbags on his chest? His arms were around someone, too. As he looked down into the sleeping face of the beautiful redhead, he felt a strange stirring below that brought his attention to the absence of something important. The events of the previous day came rushing back to him: the strange game, the potion, and most recently, his night with Erica. Will had to excercise all his willpower not to immediately push Erica away and stagger away. He tried to gently extricate himself from Erica... or Eric, ew. He had slept with Eric, and... he had enjoyed it? This game was so messed up. His smooth, hairless legs were intertwined with Erica's in the bed, so he was unable to extricate himself without waking her up.
Trying to ignore the feelings of pleasure his body was still feeling from his closeness to Erica, he tried to take stock of the situation. They had been pulled into this game world somehow, and were inhabiting the bodies of their characters. When Sorhafe was in control, it always seemed as if Will didn't exist. Why did that happen with him, but not with Eric/Erica? Erica seemed to remember who she was in the real world all the time, which made last night all the more awkward for Will. Maybe Sorhafe would take over again when Erica woke up? Why was he the only character experiencing this strange dissonance? Could he communicate this to his friends somehow?