Third Floor Landing
Brian had to be to work in 3 hours and he hadn't yet been to sleep. They could always tell when he hadn't slept well and he always worried he'd let on to the viewing public that he wasn't well rested or as enthusiastic. Oh screw the viewing public. The voice came and went as it pleased. She, Lois, had plenty to say at all hours of the night. For the most part she let him sleep, it was a dangerous bit of a truce, but at the first idea that they'd have something to investigate she hadn't let thought go.
The very word "midnight" was enough to throw him off, he didn't live much of the nightlife, save for weekends and vacations, but he couldn't afford to. Morning shows were tough business whether Lois realized it or not. She took every opportunity to harass him about his career choice, but he hoped by giving in and showing up to this place at this hour of night would shut her up for a bit. She'd owe him big at the very least. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing here, he was too nervous to find out. Too nervous about what might happen but every time he stopped to take in an old couch, or looked at something a bit too long Lois spoke up and demanded he go somewhere else. If this was investigative reporting he felt like it was a bit of a waste of time. This was less investigating and more wandering around an hold hotel aimlessly not being able to stop long enough to speak to anyone just yet.