[Graham had been mixed up with this hotel nonsense for too long to be anything but familiar. No way out of it, so might as well adapt. He was no more at fault than anyone, just a pawn in somebody's bigger game, but he wouldn't have been real surprised to find that Jake blamed him anyway. The boy was anger and resentment, and logic didn't factor in much. Maybe he'd realize on his own that nobody got themselves sucked in, nobody asked for this; it just happened.]
No way home, no. Tried to get out. Just a whole lot of doors that lead other places. [Honesty. He wasn't here because he wanted to be. Oh, maybe home meant Vegas and not Jake's home, but Graham had never been real sure if staying away was better or worse. He glanced over at his son.] Can call out, sometimes. Connection ain't real good but it works every now and then.