Ronnie had woken up... in his own room. Alone. A freaky note on his nightstand and an even scarier message on his mirror. His mirror.
Which was not ok.
After throwing on his jeans and a white undershirt he'd left everything else behind except his utility belt and gun, bolting out of the room to check on Terra. Finding her safe he'd done the next logical thing and checked on his messages. Kissing her and wishing her safe only took about five minutes and then he was off, arriving in Homer's study with his hair stuck in ever direction, clutching the note in one hand and thoroughly hoping that the mirror thing was just his imagination.
He stopped, seeing everybody gathered, then cleared his throat and suddenly realized how ridiculous he must look, bare footed, sleepy eyed, and not at all like he should be in charge or indeed a part of anything that involved security.
"So... um... there's... there were notes all over my room. And... Mae?" he looked to Cath, extremely worried for his friend before he glanced at Sean, who didn't seem to be doing well, either. Nobody in here did.