Oliver's return to the hotel proved to be anti-climactic, in a way. While it was startling to return to the hotel with Felicity and suddenly regain his memories of the place, it was easy to fall back into the same routine he'd held before. His room was still his, as though he'd been gone for only a few days, not a few months, and there were still the same familiar faces around.

Though it was warm out, Oliver was still covered in cuts and bruises from his fight with Slade, and he jogged in his usual sweatshirt and pants (both had been in his room along with all the other clothes he'd acquired during his stay). Sweat had the material clinging to his skin as he walked back into the lobby and his ribs burned every time he breathed in, but he felt good. He'd always found an odd joy in the pain that followed a fight, knowing that he could still feel it because he was alive.

He'd only made it a few steps into the lobby before he noticed what was out of place, and his heart stopped. Roy had told him about Thea's disappearing act, and while Oliver had been glad she'd run from the city and out of harm's way, he had no clue where she was or if she was even still alive.

"Thea!" She may have been angry at him before she left, but she was the only family he had left, and his throat burned as he covered the length of the lobby in long strides to get to her.