Hook and Mercy, sometime later...
If she needed to come back, well, Hook wouldn't ask questions. People returned to the hotel for a variety of reasons - from ghost hunting to raid the restocked minibar. That was personally why he'd go back. It was one actually positive aspect of Marrowood magic. "Probably a good idea to avoid this hotel in the future. Likely someone bled on the towels to invoke their righteous fury," he huffed in annoyance, dodging the zipping doorknob with a good amount of celerity - honestly, what the bloody hell was this?
A flying doorknob was a bad sign though. Sure enough, the same door he remembered arriving through appeared to be...lacking a way to leave, to go through it, but there had to be a way out. Wrinkling his nose, trying not to let the dizziness from the awful stench overcome him, he began searching for some sort of switch - probably in the wall sconces, wasn't it always in there?
"I live in the square, above Lutece labs," he said. "It's actually quite cozy. No ghosts, really, except for the one Ariel's taken a liking to."