[He doesn't actually remember Celestino's phone number now that he's actually thinking about it, whoops. That doesn't stop him from slipping out of sight as soon as Victor has left the room. His suit was apparently already sent to the dry cleaner's so there's no use in scrambling around searching for his own clothes. He settles down onto the floor and buries his face against his knees, trying very hard to actually remember a shred of what happened after he'd blacked out. Nothing wants to come up, and he sighs deeply. Hopefully Victor has alerted someone by now where he's gone or there'll be some panicked messages on his phone when he-

Oh right. Phone is gone. Shit.]

Why is this happening to me...