Dare went inside the room, slammed the door and sat on the bed. She grumbled. "I've got such a terrible headache..." she says, putting a hand over her eyes. She took her hand away, and looked at what this room had to offer. "A tv. Well that's expected of a hotel. A bed, dresser." She continues to speak alone to herself about various things. She heard a rumble. " Ack, my stomach. I haven't eaten since my mum kicked me out..."<br/>Which was yesterday. She swung open her door, and stepped out. She left her trusty frying pan behind.