Any option is a welcome one, though I suppose it's not as though there's many options.

[He holds still, giving Disraeli room and light to work in.]

I was in Cellar Door, visiting ...a blood donor of mine whom I'd met during the Black Parade. I'd left her lodgings, a bit tipsy as she's a Paleblood and drinking from her has that effect on me. I was on my way to the nearest Lamp when a hook shot from nowhere and caught me in the shoulder. Our hosts must have found a way to knock me out, as the next thing I knew, I was laying here.