Okay, that is seriously fucking weird. "I've never even seen those before," he protests. "Swear to god, that was full of my clothes yesterday." At least, that's how he remembers it, and he doesn't understand why it's different now. The mansion pulls all sorts of weird things on them, but switching clothes around seems entirely too tame.

"And I'm pretty sure it's Clara. Unless it's Claire. Something like that, anyway. Definitely a Cl- name." Why should he care what her name is, anyway? He's certainly not going to sleep with her ever again.