"Under the bed, three slats from the right-handed side of the headboard."

I pause from talking long enough to remember where the hell I dropped my cane earlier, though it's my foot that ends up finding it by chance. Crouching down to retrieve it, I execute a very casual one-armed cartwheel to straighten myself out, using the slow pull and burn of muscle as a sort of wake-up call.

"There's a wooden box I keep my costume in." I smile. "I'm told it's red."