The feel of his bed (not that he ought to be thinking of it as his bed) and sterile sheets were the first things that greeted Claude as he came out of his deep slumber. He wasn't sure when he'd arrived in his room, or how long he'd been sleeping. This time the intercom hadn't actually woken him up, so it was hard not to get a little disoriented by it all.

But, the important thing was that they were back in Landel's. And, weirdly, without having suffered any negative consequences. Well, maybe he should knock on wood before thinking something like that, but--

Knock knock knock

The sudden sound, right at that moment, nearly sent Claude jumping out of his own skin. "Uhh, Guy?" he suddenly blurted as he threw the blankets off of himself. "Is that you?"