[Waking up on the floor isn't something Micheletto is completely foreign to. Still... he isn't quite used to waking up outside. His head hurts a little, but not in a way that suggests he passed out drunk. It feels more as if he hit his head. He sits up, glad for his heavy coat in the cold air, and looks around.]

...¿Qué?

[Where exactly did the building go? What sorcery is he dealing with this time?]