Well, one tumbled out of the bag- a cheap little clamshell cell phone with a pay-as-you-go plan tossed onto it. And there was a phone by the bed, so there were definitely options in that regard.

Sparkle, at least for the moment, was more interested in trying to work his way out of his shirt. The going was a bit slow, between the concussion and the kick he took to the ribs, but he managed to stubborn his way out of the bloody mess he was wearing after a few minutes of struggling and hissing between his teeth.

"Victory."