Hmmmmmm... [He puts both hands on the back of his head and looks up at the flickering shadows that the bonfire casts on the second story wall of the hotel.]

I had just gotten home from a birthday party. Getting ready to turn in for the night, that's why I didn't have my own phone right in my pocket. [He nudges the rickshaw with his foot.] I definitely remember parking this outside my house, so it's weird that it was outside the hotel this morning instead. You'd think someone would have called the cops to report grand theft rickshaw. [Takao. Come on. Okay, yeah, he totally realizes that this guy would be a tough crowd even if he hadn't just been traumatically kidnapped. Not the target audience. This is a habit, though. It's for Takao's own benefit.

His next words are a little more hollow and fearful, albeit spoken at the same breezy speed.] Then all of a sudden I felt really sick. I started wondering if the punch had been spiked or something... [These are not the single truest sentence formation blocks that have ever left Takao's mouth. The thought process is what he had logically retrofitted onto the events after getting his bearings in the bedroom. At the time, there had been a much deeper, less natural, greatly disturbing psychological feeling.]

And so I woke up here! That's about it. [He shrugs, smiles very slightly. Other guy's turn.] How about you?