Bill was used to doing drugs, passing out and waking up in weird places with a headache and sore eyes. It was basically his favourite pass time. At first, he didn't think much of waking up until he realised he was upright, which was weird. He pried his eyes open and the first thing he saw was the car.

The beautiful, black Tesla. There it was. Right in front of him. The fucking guy from the restaurant. Barty. It was his fucking car.

Which meant...

Eyes wide, Bill snapped himself away and looked up. Holy shit, he was tied up in a garage.