Mini-log, the B&B: Clementine M/Reece E
Clementine was sleeping. Least, she thought she was sleeping, but it was true enough that the room was empty. Empty of normal folk, and there wasn't a thing his eye would notice as being living in that room. And it was unlocked, though it was real impossible to know if the maid had been in yet, seeing as the damn room was the same day in and out.
(The B&B hadn't rented the thing out yet, though they were considering renting it to ghost hunting type folks. But that room, it was odd as ducks, and they hadn't gone and risked getting a reputation for a haint yet.)
Inside, it was real quiet. Not a thing strange when he walked in. There was a box set out on the chair, like someone considered boxing things, and then they thought better some of it. Hanging over the lip was a laptop cord that dangled on down to the floor. That laptop, it must've been deep inside the box, and out of view plenty.