Detective Dick Gumshoe

 [Gumshoe suddenly notices he's standing in a room. From the small amount of candlelight currently in the room, it looks like some sort of hotel. It's no hotel he remembers back home, but then, he didn't stay in many back home. Especially as expensive looking ones like this one. Still, he seems unharmed, wearing a nice tux, and holding roses. This probably could bear further investigations, such as that table over there with food.

Wait, food? Well, it does feel like dinner time... And Gumshoe is pretty hungry. Especially since his stomach just gurgled to remind him. Well, can't figure things out on an empty stomach, right?

Gumshoe sits down at the table, setting the roses in the middle. He picks up the silverware up and is about to dig in when he notices the plates across from him. As in another meal. For another person. Which probably means....]

"Er, hello?"