wesley and bev
"I could if all my fabrics and equipment hadn't disappeared with my clothes." Bev answered. The hotel really had thought of everything in making them naked. "I tried making a dress from curtains, my own take on Scarlett O'Hara, but they just fell apart." The hotel didn't seem ready for them to have clothes yet. She tried not to let it worry her about what that could mean beyond a prank of the ghosts.
Bev felt a pang of sympathy. She wouldn't have wanted anything that belonged to her own father, but occasionally wished she had some tangible reminder of her mother. "You lost your father?" She asked softly.
"Visions of possible futures." Bev clarified. "I have dreams that usually come true." She shook her head. "It doesn't work that way for me. I don't pick what to dream about. I've been working on it, trying to get more focus." With very little luck, usually because the people who helped her focus were sent back home. "The last one I had was about a friend of mine leaving the hotel and when I woke up, he was already gone."