Weird like, when I arrived I came in the tail end of the hotel magically transporting itself to New York City in Central Park and the city was filled with just bad guys. Like- people died." He stared blankly. "Which compound the weird, they came back to life after dying when the hotel came back here to Scotland." He tapped his chin. "Then the hotel sent like a good thirty or so of us to a beach resort getaway with nothing bad to happen. Just vacation. No rhyme or reason on who got to go." A tap of his foot he smirked. "You just missed the hotel making everyone be naked for like three days." He shrugged. "It's pretty bonkers."
Then he matched her smile with a brighter one. That grin of his that screamed the boyish charm he had to offer. "No answer on the why, and the way to get home- none. Not of our accord at least. I heard rumors that people got sent back to their time, spend months away and come back and it was only like eight hours here." Placing both his hands behind his head he watched the woman.
"The hotel dictates all it seems. Mostly. Someone figured out a way to tether people here mostly. Some people don't want to leave. Like one woman wants to stay, because where ever she's from, she was dead there."