wesley and bev
He pouted. There went that idea. The hotel didn't have a problem with just the clothes they had been wearing then. It didn't want them to wear anything at all. That was weird. Why would anyone do that? But questioning an invisible entities motives was useless. As long as they had shelter and had food, he guessed it wasn't the worst thing to happen.
"Uh. Yeah, he died about a year ago. Before I came here. He wasn't around when I was growing up so ..." Wes swallowed. He conveniently left out the small but important fact that he was the one responsible for his father's death. But that required more of an explanation than his new friend looked willing to tolerate. In fairness, she seemed nice.
Psychic dreams? "Do they help? The visions?" Wes didn't know if he liked the idea. It sounded frustrating.