Day 1: Snow -- Mauled in the Morning
Inside the briefcase you find nothing that you didn't see last night. The sole contents consisted of what seems to have once been paper, but whatever device James set of, the acid it produced took care of its contents... permanent. They guy who didn't want anyone else to see what was in the suitcase did his job well it seems, a bit to well for your concern.
James scurries out of the door onto the hallway but finds the other door, the one of 212, last nights crime scene to be sealed of with police tape. Entering that room would prove to be an act of stupidity for there is no way of not breaking the tape and he knows all to well what that would mean for the opinion of a Sheriff with a bad demeanor... When he gets back to the room and sits his ass down in a chair the TV proves to be up again as well after the storm died down.
Ross walks over to the window and for gods sake tries again if his cellphone might work, and it does! The storm quieted down over the course of the morning and the sun is shining brightly, reflecting over the drifts and shiny bright white layer of thick winter snow.
[FYI: The telephone poles that connected Miner's FOlly with the rest of the know world were trashed and blown over in the storm, which resulted in the impossibility to call outside of the town. The telephone grid inside the county still worked like a charm. But now the storm quieted down your cell phone is operating again, just like it should. /DMwhoistellingtomuchOOCinfoOverandOut]
Doc and Ray get a ted bored and hungry and decide to head downstairs for brunch, thinking the rest will follow in a few minutes after they finish enjoying themselves with ruined paper. Everyone their joys huh?
As they continue down the staircase a girl, one of the hotel maids, runs up towards them grabbing Doc by his sweater while she looks frantically around as if something was hunting her.
“Her head, her head was… and I could see her lung—I think it was a—I almost slipped in it. The carpet squelched and I almost slipped in it. Her head… staring at me with the one eye left—it was under the bed, staring at me.”
She says while pointing down the hall, somewhere in the direction of the rooms on level 1 of the hotel.
Doc and Ray gave each other a cold stare with just one though crossing both their minds: “For the love of God, not again.” Ray sits the girl down in one of the chairs in the foyer downstairs to calm down.
Lung.. her .. aahhhhh....
She faints on the chair and it seems to become quite the vacation...
