Where did it go?

Where did it go? Where did it go? Malcolm was freaking out. The Medallion of Zulu had been on the end of the chain around his neck all night. He had placed it there for safe keeping. He had heard far too many stories about the magic item getting lost, so he had decided to keep it close. He had put it on the chain around his neck as he gallivanted around town in a woman's body, but with the medallion now lost, it seemed as though this body would now be his for good. He leaned over to look for it; maybe it was still close! It had to be! He had checked on it repeatedly throughout the night to make sure it was there. It must've fallen off very recently.