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Shaking the sand off of his shoes, Mickey glanced back up from the ground only to be faced with some place that wasn't the beach he was on a few moments before. Instead, he was standing in the middle of some sort of hotel lobby. Surely he hadn't wandered that far. Bad Wolf Beach was practically deserted. He had not marked it for a resort location. Odd.
Raising a hand to rest on the top of his head, Mickey glanced left and right for something that looked even vaguely familiar with absolutely no luck. "Well, shit," He muttered under his breath. "This is just what I needed today."