Adrienne was not so lucky at stopping her own momentum. He had put his hands out immediately, likely both to stop her from knocking into him. She had done the same. The briefest brush of her skin on his and suddenly, Adrienne felt like she had the carpet yanked out from underneath her.
She felt a sensation like she was being sucked down a deep, dark vortex of swirling images. It reminded her of the scene in The Matrix with the rapid upload of information. The rush of memories that were not her own crashing over her again and again like waves. She grasped at the sense of anything familiar. The distinct impression of the Rocky Mountains. A large sprawling hotel, not unlike the one they were currently in. She felt a surge of panic and fear that was not her own. Running, always running, away. A boy from his father. She could taste Jack Daniels on her tongue.
Adrienne stepped back. Well, that was interesting. "Hello neighbor," said Adrienne. "Welcome to The Last Resort. When did you move in?"