After coming out of his frenzy and gradually walking away from where he came ashore he looked around. He was still a little foggy but realized he had traveled a ways from the party. It must have been ruined by now. The Carthians were already a point of ridicule with many and he worried that this would merely be another excuse for some to scoff at their existence. He couldn't allow that. He had to make it back and attempt to fix things.
He reached in his pocket to call Gilroy and realized he didn't have his phone. Did it drift out of his pocket as he swam away? Had it even been in his pocket to begin with? He vaguely remembered keeping it with him and cursed at the thought of his waterlogged smartphone at the bottom of the river. Luckily he had just connected it to his computer, so his contacts would be saved, but it was so annoying to have to go and buy another. These were the thoughts that went through his mind as he hurried back to the disaster of a fourth of July. He just didn't know how long it would take to get back...