[You've really done it this time, Snake. His smear campaign was more or less a success in that nobody has shot him in the face recently, but thanks to Queen Ophiuchus' orders, he's gone and done the unforgivable -- he's
turned traitor on Wily. Now he has a dent in his head, conflicting orders dancing around in his programming, and nowhere to go to get it all fixed. The dude's been operating on ~*stealth mode*~ for the past few days, meaning he's been awfully scarce. Unfortunately, a guy can only stay on his toes for so long when his head's been smashed in -- even if they're as thick-skulled as Snakeycakes. What he needs is somewhere to lie low until this whole thing blows over.
So where is he now? Who knows. Maybe that completely and utterly inconspicuous cardboard box sitting in the hallway holds some sort of clue.]