[ At the word "sausage," Matt's mouth dropped into a stricken o.

With what looked like visible effort, he closed his mouth again, and kept it closed until his free hand found the jacket. ]

Thank you, [ he said, politely. All for the best; it probably wasn't psychologically healthy for a guy who called dicks sausages to be faced with a naked man. Matt spent a moment fiddling, seeing what he could close and what he could wrap, and did end up with the jacket around his waist like sort of a makeshift sarong. ] Okay. Thanks--I'll give this back to you as soon as I possibly can.

So, if you can um, focus any better now, you said you think maybe you heard something? What's the last thing you remember?