<span style="font-style: italic"> "M'lady, please choose wisely. You do not have to travel with us. We are going to very dark places. You may be swept asunder. I will not stop you from following us, but know our destination is filled with a very dangerous and vile presence." </span>Inspector Raphael had said to Adina. Common sense would tell her to back away, to steer clear of this mess she had found herself in and yet it only served to spur her on even more.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Would you care to join me? I won't bite you” </span>Erlind said, tentatively smiling and began to walk back towards the principle Hotel building. He had proposed that Adina join him in a search of Isolde’s rooms for any clues that may have been left behind. This seemed like a sensible move and one which raised her enthusiasm. As a small child she had been fascinated by detective stories and the true crime magazines that her Papa read.<br/><br/>She watched as Erlind tried to turn the door handle of room 32. The door was locked. She stood, mouth gaping in surprise as a burning smell began to rise from Erlind’s hand and the lock clicked open. There was obviously more to this man than met the eye. She followed him into the room, much like the one she had vacated a short while earlier. She dropped her satchel and coat on the floor next to the door and sat down on the edge of the large bed, smoothing the rumpled bedclothes with one hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I’m aware that we are here to search for clues, Sir but you are right about my desire to talk to you about my dream. After the strange events that have occurred this evening and the part which you obviously had to play in them, I no longer think you will find my story so crazy as I first presumed.”</span>She tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear and raised her chin, her gaze locking on his for a moment before glancing back down at the carpet.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“You’re aware that I am not what I seem to be, I can read it in your eyes. And while I know it seems rather senseless for me to voluntarily spend the night in a hotel full of Nazi’s there was something within me, a gut instinct if you will, that forced me to journey here through the snow, that encouraged me to coerce the guards into letting me through the door. That something was related to your presence here. I have seen you before Sir. You and your companion Isolde.” </span>Adina stood and removed the old leather book from her satchel.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>“I’m not sure how well versed you are in Jewish lore Sir but my master, a retired Rabbi who took me in after I was orphaned left me this book after he passed. There are things written in here that I never dreamed existed outside of Rabbinical teachings and the old wives tales the old women tell around the fire during Yom Kippor. In it I found a ritual that allows me to see information in the surface of a bowl of water. Sometimes it is the future, sometimes it is the past, often times it is something that makes no sense in isolation but when coupled with a gut feeling gives me a task to carry out. Recently, while water gazing, I saw a crowded room. All of the people were a blur but you and your cousin, Isolde. The scene was in muted tones, all except the vivid blood red swastika on your arm. It wasn’t until walking home this night that I realised what the vision meant, that I had to find a way into Hitler’s audience. And it seems that perhaps the reason was this. I am meant to help you find your cousin. I’m meant to aid you and your allies in stopping whatever atrocity is about to occur.” </span>She met his gaze once more.<span style="font-style: italic"> “I promise, Sir, that I will do whatever is required of me but I ask of you one thing in return. Protection from others in the group that may be more dedicated to the Fuhrer’s cause.”</span>