He looked up at the new voice more than a little unnevered at being handed yet another tiny confusing looking phone. He took it, looking at it like there was something wrong with the thing. But on closer inspection he could see the numbers and a green button with a lifted phone on it which seemed to make sense with how phones worked. He tried calling Florence's home. It was one of the numbers he knew by heart but it told him the number was out of service when he held it to his ear. Same with Walter at Global. "Nothings working. But then we didn't have phones so small you can carry, maybe I'm doing it wrong." he theorised, handing the phone back confused.
"I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do here" he said looking around at the street, it was strange, the cars were different. Everything was just that little bit off to Freddie and he didn't know what to make of it. He didn't like it one bit. He wanted to be where he was supposed to be. He wanted to find Florence and try one more time to make her see sense now that Sergiesky was out of her life for good. She could come back to him and they could bring back the good old days. Their Golden Era. That was better wasn't it.
"What exactly is going on here. Why am I here and where is the hotel room I was just in. Did someone drug me? Is this for ransom? What am I supposed to do now?" Yes there was a lot of questions but Freddie demanded answers. He deserved them.