Luke's room.

::Luke opens the door, deciding to come here instead of his apartment back in the city. As he continues his trek to the bed, the whitelighter just passes out around the halfway point, having exhausted himself with all of the fighting and partying and fills the chamber with his loud snoring.::

(How did I...?)

::Luke has woken up and is a bit surprised by his lying on the floor. The unmistakable headache is a good enough indicator for the whitelighter to know what happened last night.::

(So I didn't dream of singing '80s power ballads atop of a table. Great...)

::He looks around, moderately impressed by the fact that he found his room without any apparent trouble. He slowly rises to his feet and walks over to the bathroom.::

::The male equivalent of Paige (oh yeah, We went there) appears in a soothing, lovely warm glow of light.::

::Luke takes in his surroundings and looks to the bracelet on his wrist. He doesn't have any incentive to take it off now that he's lost his powers and right now, no one knows where he is, so he decides to take this opportunity of alone time without alerting the others and lies down on his bed. This has been a long, tiresome day so far and the bed is so comforting that he dozes off almost immediately.::

::The tumultuous weather wakes up the drunk loser-in-residence and it isn't necessarily a welcoming sound. He looks at his watch, seeing that it was already evening. But which evening? Luke can't even remember the last time he has checked the time and yet, he isn't concerned if a few hours, a few days or even a few years have passed by. Minutes pass and the man sits up on his bed and notices that he's in his room at the school. Luke doesn't remember how he got here and when he raises other wrist, he finds it a little heavier than usual. He frowns upon seeing the bracelet latched onto him and things become slightly clearer to him now; everything that he assumed was a dream, or more appropriately, a nightmare, actually happened.

Luke's stomach grumbles to him rather loudly, practically begging the alcoholic to eat something, since he hasn't since God knows when. He steps gets off of his bed and tiptoes towards his door and leans his ear against it, trying to see if there is anyone out in the hallway. He hears Petunius and some woman, so he slowly opens the door to see where they are in relation to his room. Satisfied that their backs are turned to him and that they aren't that close to his room, he steps out quietly.::

::Luke opens the door and heads to the dresser to see if there is a shirt for him to change into and there is one folded neatly in the top, middle drawer. He lifts it up and sets it on top of the dresser, unintentionally revealing a hidden bottle of whiskey he put there. When he did it, he can't recall and all he knows is that it's there for his taking. He casually glances to the door to ensure that no one is looking. There isn't anyone in sight, so the fallen whitelighter opens the bottle and takes a quick swig from it. Having been satisfied with that taste of alcohol, he sets it back into the drawer and covers it up with other sets of clothes. He takes the ones that he's planning on changing into with him to the bathroom after shutting the drawer.::

::Luke enters and searches for a fresh shirt and a pair of jeans from the closet and quickly changes into them.::

(I spend more time here than I do at my actual apartment. That's gotta change soon. There's really no need for me to be here this much if I'm not teaching or even a whitelighter.)

::Reaching into his drawer for some socks, Luke finds the whiskey bottle, allowing himself a quick swig or two before returning to the dining room.::

::Luke opens the door again, his focus on the bed. He doesn't even bother shutting the door as the mattress looks so inviting. Mr. Whitelighter-on-Probation 2008 lies down comfortably, resting his head on the pillow and is pretty much snoring away a mere few seconds later.::

::Luke is half-awake now due to all of those calls downstairs resonating throughout the mansion. He's not sure what the cause of this ruckus is, but he's sure as hell is about to find out. The groggy drunk sits up and allows his legs to hang off the side of the bed for a couple of minutes before he finally gets up on his two feet and heads to the hallway.::

::Luke takes two steps into his room and it doesn't take long for him to find his keys, which are set on top of the nightstand next to the bed. He pockets them and returns to the hallway, remembering the advice Leo gave him.::

::Luke steps into his room and kneels down to remove a spare athame from the inner frame of his bed before getting on top of the mattress and lying down. He twirls the blade around in his hand and sets down his cell phone on the nightstand.::

::Deciding that it might be best to check up on any progress downstairs, though highly doubting that anything has been accomplished since his departure, Luke stashes his athame and takes his cell phone out to the upper hallway.::

[Explosions shake the room, pulling down walls and everything they support as fire consumes the building and the magic school is destroyed, now merely wildly burning rubble.]

[This room no longer exists. Instead, a beautiful woodland fills the entire grounds where the school once stood.]