"Then how the shit did we get back in our beds?" Sy mutters. He doesn't really expect an answer, although Killer butts her head against his chin and licks him anyway, as though aware that he's feeling agitated. He moves her to his shoulder, and makes his way down the ladder to follow Rosy.

This is his room, alright. There's even his suitcases sitting by the bed, along with his broom, all set for an early morning departure. "Roxie?" Sy starts pulling curtains aside, not caring about his roommates' privacy. "Wood and Patterson aren't here either."