Hook and Mercy, sometime later...
She wasn't sure that she liked the house with Santana any better than she liked the hotel, but that was mostly because she felt uncomfortable with Santana's vigorous dislike for anything supernatural. Not that Mercy could blame her, if this place was her introduction. Talk about a trial by fire.
But it left her kind of screwed if she wanted to try a change, and she could practically feel herself bursting out of her skin at this point. So she'd abandoned the house, left a note that she'd gone off for a quick walk to the library, and headed straight for the room in the hotel she'd woken up in.
Only once she was in, there wasn't any getting back out.
Mercy tried the door, tried a window, and the more she tried, the less she was able to get out of there. So she went up. Logical process, right? And maybe if she got to the roof, maybe she'd find that rooftop idiot.
The third floor was... rotten. It smelled godawful, like blood and rotten fish. She coughed, covering her nose with her hand and the front of her shirt.
This caused her to knock against the wall, which brought her nearer a guy calling for Ariel. She scooted closer, jerking back when another lightbulb exploded. "Hey," she said, once she was a little closer. "I don't know who you're looking for, but uh... have you seen a way out, by any chance?"