Confused, he lifted his head sleepily, wiping at the drool arm. Yeesh. Oh. He was at the hideout. On the couch.
Wait, how long had he been asleep?! He grabbed his phone quickly, winced as he opened it.
"Mom! Yeah! Uh... no, what time is it? Oh... right. No, I'm fine! No, I'm not hurt!" His brows lowered, voice less humoring. "No, I did not get slimed by a demon again... What? It only took three bottles of dish soap, and I was fine! ... Oh. Yes ma'am.... Yes ma'am. I will be home in a few. Sorry? ... No, I really am sorry! I just... passed out on the couch.... At the place, Mom. That place... Yeah, I'll head that direction now. Love you, too!"
He frowned as he closed the old nokia. Gee, if she hadn't called, he would have missed school. Now he had about an hour and a half to get home, get breakfast and dressed, and then get to class. Worse, he'd broke his promise to check in with her. She was... understandably unhappy, and he was unhappy with himself.
And confused. He looked around the place, trying to think what he was missing.
Nothing came to mind. He shrugged and grabbed his bag, hurrying out the door.