Re: [In-person: Sam A/Cris M]
[He goes. Into that door. One hand jamming the latch down, shoulder forcing it open, and then Sam and him tumbling into the darkness beyond.
It's a hotel or something, doors and doors lining sentinel. The carpet is threadbare. Dust seems to force itself into Cris' nose and he shakes his head, hat slipping, before he looks around a bit, slowing to a jog, then to a walk.] What the fuck is this? [He's hushed.]