Although Claude had been here long enough to know that dropping off the radar didn't necessarily mean much, Claude's heart sank, especially once a did a double-take at his closet.

Alcohol. Several kinds of it, too. When new things appeared in his room, that normally meant someone he knew was gone. And the only person he knew who would have a stash like this...

"Damn," he hissed. "Damn." Since Guy wasn't a mind reader, though, Claude knew he had to clarify. "I'm pretty sure some of her things are in here."

Claude knew he didn't have to say anymore for Guy to understand.

And while he was glad to hear Lloyd was still safe, at least, the news about Luke didn't sound too encouraging. "Do we need to go to his room to check on him?" he asked after a moment. "Although, I guess there's a possibility his room number changed while we were gone..."