"It's all a bit hazy," he admits, frowning. "I mean, I remember getting cut, and trying to make it home, but that's when things that to go... weird." He's worked out that he probably wasn't attacked like he thinks he was, at least he hopes so. And he'll check his phone records later, just to make sure that he wasn't called around that time.

He gets to his feet, and though he still feels a little achy, he can stand and walk on his own without wavering. He just feels a little off, still, in a way that'll resolve itself in a little while. He pats down his pockets, but his PINpoint is just plain missing, and he probably forgot to grab it in his paranoid state and left it at home so they couldn't track him. "Um, April, could you...?"