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Somewhere between 563 and 879 he'd fallen asleep, but he wasn't quite sure. At least the voices hasn't woken him up this time, maybe the drugs had made them quieter. Aliron threw out a hand to grab his trusty suitcase, which was never out of arms reach, only to find no suitcase. Disgruntled by this Aliron sat up and looked around. No suitcase. Nothing else familiar either. "Where's my suitcase!" He shouted, simply because it was the glaring problem as it held all of his possesions. After a few moments no response and deep thinking about  what had happened last, it occurred to him that the whole being kidnapped thing and where he stood with that may also have a little relavency. And now the stupid voices had started up again! Jeez today was not shaping up to a good deal. He bet he hadn't even won that stupid laptop either. Such was his preoccupation with his thoughts he did not even see the rooms other occupant.