Who: Christine and Cameron Where: Front Desk When: Late Morning What: Business as usual. Or is it?
The dream was disconcerting. Christine had never been one to consider herself in need of the hotel. Her vices were under control, her habits were hardly habits that warranted any need for intervention, and she was in tip top shape mentally, physically and emotionally. She was hardly a wreck, so to have the dream that she did...Did it have to do with Regan?
Ugh, the idea that she was a guest here, stuck here until she could better herself? It had left a rock sitting in the pit of her stomach. She hadn't liked seeing herself in that room, seeing herself stuck here, in the middle of the desert with no way to get out and no way to spend all of that money she'd made. She'd slaved away for...
The news that morning, about the three softies overnight, well, that had only made that dark feeling grow. What was going on? Was it just a fluke? It had to be. Insecurity was a flaw that she knew that she could occasionally have. It was a minor weakness at best.
So she smiled as the figure approached and lifted her head.