Who: Neal Caffrey and whoever you want to put with him! When: Wednesday morning Where: Outside of Neal's room, in the hallway. What: Neal is getting his bearings. Warnings: None (yet?). Will update if any come up.
Neal was kind of in shock. One moment, he'd been turning the corner into the bank, eager to finish up the post-case work so he could get back to the work he really wanted to be doing right now, and then everything had gone dark and confused for a moment. When his vision cleared, he was somewhere else entirely, in a room with tan walls and dark wood furniture. Immediately, Neal spun to find a door, realizing at about the same time he spotted it that the room he was in was moving. He ran through the options list as he checked his pockets, making sure that he still had all of his things - wallet, lockpicks, the money he was supposed to give back to the bank manager. "A train," he told no one in particular, turning back to peer out the small window.
He was on a train, in what had to be a sleeper car, but he had no idea how he'd gotten there or, more importantly, why he was there. There were a lot of reasons someone might want to get him on a mystery train, but he couldn't think of anyone who would be able to do it so well and so fast that he literally didn't remember even getting hit, or sleeping, or turning his head. And the ones who were even almost that skilled wouldn't have left him with all of his things. Neal shook his head at the thought - there was no way this was anyone he knew of. They're not this clean.
The question remained, though, of what he was going to do now. There were a couple of things on the bed behind him - a smartphone and a tablet - and he pocketed the phone for the time being. He could always come back for the tablet, but it was too big to pocket, so for the time being, he left it. Turning to the door, he smiled thinly to himself, opening it and stepping into the hallway. Time to face the music - and find out what the hell was going on here.