Doors

[Text to Blake T]

[During this.] You're driving me somewhere. You best have a car that can drive in bad weather.

[After this.]

[Locked to Sam A.]

He's going back to rehab.

[Locked to Shai]

Going to have to put that conversation off for another day.

[Public]

Kid ain't takin a step through that door no more. Keep asking him for some time off and he screams like a five year old every time I ask. Good thing I'd have to be some kind of desert walker to get to the hotel in the first place.

[Public]
[As Alexander M.]

Chloe?

I'm stuck in the lab and the vending machine is out of flaming hot Cheetos. Send help.