"That has a tendency to happen no matter how long you're here." Skulduggery reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "You should have a phone like this," he says, turning it on so that Smith can see the screen. "You have my name already, and my room is 117. With that information, you'll be able to send me text messages at any time."

Skulduggery opens up his messages; a quick eye would be able to tell the majority of the conversations are between him and people named "Darcy" and "Natsuno."

"No question, however, no matter how small, is a waste of my time. You never know what might be revealed through simple curiosity." There have been a number of times where he's found himself at the solution to a mystery through sheer happenstance; he's betting this time will be similar.