It doesn't occur to him at first. His mind is so scattered that his senses are dulled. He stays on the floor and tries to rationalize it out. Maybe there's an emergency. A fight he's breaking up.

Some urgent business he's been called away for.

Al stays where he is, until the smells starts making him cough, and his throat feels dry.

It slowly begins to dawn on him.

"Rufus?" he whispers into the silence. "Dodo-?"