Bronwyn's paranoia of the sun somehow made it easy for her to track its progress, even though she couldn't see it. As soon as the last vestiges of sunlight faded from the sky, she was off the rack and out of the stock room, heading for the front door. A few employees noticed her leaving the stockroom, but none seemed to care. It was the end of their shift and they were right behind Bronwyn on their way out.<br/>Walmart bag with her other change of clean clothes in her hand, Bronwyn headed back to the french quarter. The first thing she had to do tonight was find a room. She was not spending another day trapped in a department store stockroom. She didn't have any particular destination, but wanted to stay in Louisiana. She had spent time here before and enjoyed it. The people here tended more toward superstition and old beliefs, something she appreciated in this ultra-modern world.<br/>Rounding a corner onto Ursaline Ave, Bronwyn laid eyes on a small bed-and-breakfast called Ursaline Guest House. It would do. She opened the delicate-looking french door and stepped inside.<br/>A thin woman with reddish hair looked up from behind a desk. She looked to be finishing closing paperwork.<br/>"Vacancy?" Bronwyn asked.<br/>The woman sighed and pulled her completed paperwork out again. "Yeah. Kinda late to be finally checking in to a room."<br/>Bronwyn ignored the comment and pulled out her wallet. "Cash ok?"<br/>"What, you don't have a credit card?" the woman said, glaring.<br/>"Aye, I do, but I'll not be trustin' it t'yer grubby fingers." Bronwyn's Irish accent became more pronounced as she became irritated.<br/>Seething, the woman snapped, "I hope you've got American money in there. We don't accept foreign currency."<br/>Bronwyn tossed two hundred US dollars onto the desk in front of her. "What's yer problem? Ya got somewhere to be?"<br/>The woman ignored her and snatched the money from the desk. "Name."<br/>"Bronwyn Ciannait."<br/>The woman glared at Bronwyn as if she were being deliberately difficult. "'Key-in-it'? Seriously?"<br/>"No." Bronwyn snapped. "<span style="font-style: italic">Ciannait</span>. C-I-A-N-N-A-I-T. D'ya have a room with no windows?"<br/>The woman snorted. "What are you, some kind of vampire?"<br/>"Yeah." Bronwyn shot back. "D'ya or not?"<br/>The woman rolled her eyes and tossed a key at Bronwyn. "Room 6b. Enjoy your stay." She added sarcastically.<br/><br/>The room was the size of a closet with two bunk beds. It had a bathroom adjacent with a toilet and a tiny shower. But no windows. Bronwyn sighed and tossed her bag on the floor. She stripped off her clothes, and one step took her to the bathroom. One more step and she was in the shower. Bronwyn stood in the hot spray and sighed again. At least the water was hot.