"Ugh...Great. Where in the hell am I?" He sighs as he finally finds the map, and stares blankly at it. Has he heard of this place before? He thinks about it a few moments...something about it being a tourist trap? But, why in the hell would he end up here? He has no clue.<br/><br/>He unfolds the map, and stares at it for a while, and tries to get his bearings. There's a hospital nearby... but did he really need one? His stomach growls, and tells him what he really needs. When was the last time he had something to eat? Maybe things will start making sense with some food to power himself with. Even if not, a hot meal would be nice right now. Looking around the hotel room, he decides easily enough that he is not going to be able to do that here.<br/><br/>It's foggy as hell out, but they're near a lake, according to the map, and this is supported by the fact the place he's at is called "...Harbor Inn". So that explains the fog. Still a bit creepy, but ehh, whatever. He'll handle it.<br/><br/>He steps out of the apartment, and starts moving through the parking lot, searching for his car, the map still carried in his off hand. When his search of the parking lot undoubtedly reveals his car is nowhere to be seen, he strings together several curse words rather fancifully, consults the map again, and decides to head to whatever looks to be the closest restaurant to him. Thankfully, he still had his cards, and some cash in his pocket. Oh, if only he knew how little those things would help him here...