[This particular Hakuba Saguru is blinking awake from his position on the floor, obviously rather disoriented.]

Oh, what now?

Nine minutes, thirty-one seconds.

[one hand is in his pocket, fingering the pocketwatch there, keeping track of the time he's been in the dressing room. His gaze is restless as he looks around, keeping a constant lookout for movement, for a person - or people - as he explores]

[he looks just like any Saguru you might meet at a crossroads. Perhaps the shadows under his eyes are a little darker than normal, but he's probably just had a few late nights chasing a thief]

[right?]

[ooc: and I'm sure we all know where this is going by now~ DR, have the third of four mirror!detectives]