Room 507, Saturday Evening

So, when Ronan checked his messages, he wasn't certain whether or not Isabel was joking. He'd managed to go about his day, after all, without encountering any of the objects-turned-human, and had no idea what was going on.

So, clearly, the best thing to do was call Isabel.

[For that hot alien chick, but post is (probably) open afterwards and then he's gone!]