WHO: John & Cordy [OPEN to Hyperion]. WHAT: After a pit-stop at the internet cafe, John starts to work his head around what may be going on here... and how he can get home. WHEN: Late afternoon. WHERE: Hyperion RATING: PG STATUS: Complete.
Some... extensive research had found John... close to where he started.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, running his fingers through his hair as he tried one final link...Angel Investigations? What was..
Paranormal Investigators? That was perfect. Well, that is, as long as they weren't fake. Taking another breath, John sighed, exiting the cafe and heading towards the Hyperion Hotel. Abandoned, but apparently under.. new management?
Following the address he had slopped onto his hand, he made his way across the city, normal written all over his face (or so he hoped).
"Hey! Anyone there?" he called, rapping on the door. No one answered, so he.. let himself in.