There is a different version of Wylan here. He's been collecting materials for bombs, but right now I think all he can manage is a stink bomb. But, Chessie is checking to make sure there aren't any traps in the hallways.
I've awoken in a room full of belongings that I don't recognize and clothing that doesn't fit. No sign of anyone I actually know. And a journal in my own handwriting.
It's been a long time since I've been stumped. I'm not saying that I am, just that it's been a long time since it's happened.