Someone stole Robin's clothes

Dejected and disgruntled, Robin drove back to the laundromat trying to think of what to do next. With Bloodstone out, maybe he could just wait for it to go away on its own? Robin knew he was kidding himself. He wouldn't have driven all the way to the hospital if he thought waiting would fix things. Walking into the laundromat, he concluded that maybe he could research other hypnotists? Bummed, he went to the washing machine he deposited his clothes in and found a confusing sight. It was empty.

“Uh, excuse me. My clothes are gone,” he told the man reading a newspaper behind a counter.

“Yeah?” he said without looking up.

“Yeah...” Robin said expectantly.

The man didn't move and kept just kept reading his paper.

“Someone took them,” Robin said again.

“Okay?” the man said, still not paying Robin any mind.

“Someone stole something. Aren't you going to do something about it?” Robin asked.

Still not looking, the man gestured to a hung note on the wall. It said that the laundromat wasn't responsible for any lost or damaged items.

“I'm never coming back here,” Robin told the man as he stormed off.

“Why would you, you don't have any clothes,” he replied behind his paper.

Robin grumbled the entire way home over how bad everything was going. Once parked, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.

“What now?” he thought as he answered.