Remus wakes with an ache in his back and his left leg stiff, hanging awkwardly off the couch. His head is pounding the way it does after a night of drinking and crying—a combination that leads to a headache quite distinct from only drinking or only crying, he has learned over the years. Finally prying his eyes open, he is suddenly hit with a wave of both nausea and nostalgia; he squeezes them shut again with a groan, willing his stomach to stop churning.