[Alma is standing at the foot of the dais, waiting. He's wearing a much smaller version of what some may consider a familiar tan colored trench coat, suit, and a ruffled blue tie--which is purposefully not neatly tied, because that's not how it's supposed to look. It's kind of awkward, because the trench coat is so long, but when he'd seen it, Alma had known exactly who he'd wanted to go to the ball as. He looks around in confusion.]
...Where did he go?
{OOC: You can talk to Alma before or after he steps onto the dais!}