When Lorne got back to his room, there was a nurse waiting there. He started to explain to her about ditching the iv, leaving out the part about the singing cat, but she handed him a file folder and his purple suit and hat, and told him he was being released.
"Mr. Lorne," she'd said, "you're free to go. It seems today is your last day with us."
Lorne had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He thanked her, called her sugar, and set about getting dressed and making sure he had everything he'd arrived with. He was still fuzzy on how he'd arrived here, and without the iv, Lorne remembered that Arkham was something out of Batman.
That was troubling.
But as soon as he tied the knot on his very expensive, very Italian, very bright yellow silk tie, Lorne forgot all about that and felt like a whole new demon. He hoped Jake and Jennifer were alright, but he didn't know anything about anyone else here. The iv had seen to that. Lorne simply felt carefree and ready to go. Maybe find Angel.
He took the paperwork off the bed, putting the purple fedora on his head with a flourish, and noticed a little object under the folder, and a note.
The object was a phone, but when Lorne turned it on, it was much fancier than the ones he was used to. It had tinier buttons, and a keypad like a keyboard. When he turned it on, it directed him to an internet page.
"Egad," the demon mused. "What'll they think of next. I have tiny internet!"
He immediately tried to contact Angel Investigations, but the number didn't exist. Also troubling.
"Ehhh. Rats."
Lorne grabbed the note, on his way out of his room now, a slight spring in his step even if there was a big of worry in his heart. He opened it, and couldn't help but wonder.
It was an address. It directed him to go to the address as soon as he could.
Lorne really wished he had tall, dark, and forehead with him right now. What if someone wanted to hurt him? Lately that'd been happening a lot. First Geo's crew, then Holtz blowing up the bar.
Once out the front door of the asylum, Lorne found a cab waiting. He handed the cabby, who, bless his heart, didn't bat an eye at Lorne's green skin, the address.
"Ohhh. Sweet! I love this place," the guy said.
"Yeah? What's there to love?"
"Oh, you'll see, buddy. You'll see!"
Willing to at least trust that he wouldn't get hurt, based on the warm, happy vibes he was getting from the cabby, Lorne spent the ride in anticipation. Where was he going? Why the new phone?
"Here it is," the cabby said, pulling up to an alley.
"An alley?"
"Nope. Down and to the left. See the red light?"
"Sure do. Hey, thanks for the lift."
"Not a problem. Arkham pays us really well for giving you guys rides. Take care."
Lorne nodded, getting out of the cab and looking around at the alley.
"Down and to the left we go, then..."
Lorne found a key in the door. It had a green letter 'L' keyring on it. Lorne figured that meant to turn it. He hoped he didn't explode.
"Oh. My. Stars. And also I think someone else's stars."
Lorne pocketed the key, looking around at an exact copy of Caritas. Exact. Except without vampire hunter damage. He went straight to the bar, humming, and started to fix himself a Sea Breeze. The phone in his pocket started to ring, and the ringtone was the theme to 'Cabaret.'
"Hello?"
A voice on the other end informed him that this place was his, and meant to be a sanctuary. Just like the one in LA had been.
"That's just fine with me, peaches. Just one question. Who's this?"
The line went dead.