At least, as kidnappings to other worlds go, these he doesn't mind so much.

It's maybe his fourth time waking up in the now-familiar stateroom. He'd exhausted himself trying to get back the first time; by now he knows better. A vacation's a vacation, no matter how haphazard and enforced.

He dresses leisurely, lighting a cigarette as he heads for the door. It's still dangling from the corner of his mouth as he leaves his room, closing the door behind himself.

He still hasn't worked out why this keeps happening, or how. May as well have a drink and enjoy himself, see what this visit has to offer.