Merry had begun to pace in the corridor. He wasn't the sort to pace. He wasn't the sort to feel frantic, either. What the hell is up with this morning was right!
A picture of the living room area he'd awoken in just minutes ago was locked in his mind. Was it possible he'd left something inside? His wallet, maybe? No, that was in his pocket. Had he been carrying something else? Anything seemed possible.
But he had no interest it knocking on the mystery woman's door again.
Which made it extra weird when he knocked on it anyway.