Handy cleaned the bar, opened the windows to air out the rooms, and awaited the guests to wake up from their rooms and request breakfast. Which they didn’t. He checked the clock in the corner. It was nearly ten. He checked the rooms—climbing stairs with a crutch always being a fun adventure—only to find no one had rented them for the night. “Huh… Well I guess that makes my morning easier,” he said, climbing back down the stairs carefully. “Welcome? You in the kitchen? Don’t bother with the breakfast. No one stayed last night.” Handy made it to the counter. “Welcome?” He went into the back kitchen to find it empty and cleaned. “Must be out. Hey Warm, Joach, you guys up yet?” Handy was met with silence. “Guys?”