Slowly, Hyde awoke. Last night was all a haze to him now, and trying to remember was fruitless effort. He looked around, the room was unfamiliar to him, but he could hear a running shower in the bathroom. He then took a look over the bed. It was clear someone was sleeping with him, and with the underwear just under the sheets, that someone likely was another guy. He put two and two together, and concluded he and someone else went to have sex in a hotel. But he couldn't just remember who, his identity always escaping him. Getting off the bed, he decided to investigate to see if he could figure it who before they were done showering.
Just on the floor on his side of the bed was his uniform, and around that, a condom wrapper. This brought a strange sense of security over him. The side table had his wallet and phone. The contents of his wallet is mostly intact, minus a fair sum. His phone didn't have any useful records of last night, except for a new contact, of which he didn't recognize. Since it was just a number, he couldn't really get much from it and moved on. The kitchen area seemed to be used, but he wasn't sure if it was him or the other guy that used it. The rest of the room didn't seem to have anything that'll help, so he went back to bed and waited. During then, Hyde noticed that he could him gently singing in the shower, but he couldn't quite identify the voice with the noise of the shower. But soon the singing stopped, as did the water. Soon he'd find out who's the mystery man behind the door.