For a minute there, James wondered if perhaps Sirius was having him on, if this was some sort of clever setup, but pranks were usually more amusing than this. And Sirius didn't normally go pawning them off on Remus.
"Wasn't me," he said, a shrug in his tone as he got to his feet. "And Remus is usually a little more... you know, clever. Than luggage."
Patting himself down, he didn't find his watch, which wasn't surprising. It wasn't as if he wore it around he house. And he wasn't wearing any shoes. Just his jeans and a light blue button down shirt-- untucked, and only mostly buttoned, and the sleeves rolled up, and clearly rumpled enough to have been slept in. Where he'd slept, though, was a bit of a concern. It wasn't as if James hadn't woken up with no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there before, but those were mornings mostly reserved for the antics of Bachelor James, and most certainly not an acceptable option for Top Secret In Hiding James. No, these days, not being where he was supposed to be could induce far more pomp and circumstance than James felt was necessary.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, because sleep was too recent an enterprise for such heavy fare.
"Gotta get home, though. Maybe Lil'll make us breakfast." Or... lunch. Whichever. Plucking his wand from his back pocket, he began to turn, except nothing was happening. None of that familiar tug that preceded apparation. Now there was an absence that made his stomach lurch just a little before sinking. Because that couldn't be a good sign. James's brain was quickly clicking on, the focus of his eyes sharpening as he looked about the room. "Something's wrong with my wand."