<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/constance_zpsbe8df73d.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Constance Meadows</span></span><br/>Location: Dallas-Fort Worth Airport Sheraton<br/>Tags: Entire Cast<br/><br/>The courtesy shuttle struggled its way through snow and ice and made its way to the Sheraton. Constance deftly debarked, rolling her suitcase past two fellow passengers initiating a conversation. Just as deftly, she made her way to the front desk of the hotel, smiling at the harried clerk. "Hello..." she glanced at the tag, "Isabelle. I'm Connie. Hell of a night, huh? I know it's been rough for you tonight. It's certainly been rough for me. But if you could get me my key as quickly as possible I'll get out of your hair and hopefully our lives can resume some semblance of formality."<br/><br/>Isabelle nodded and started tapping at the terminal. Connie didn't like the way the look of consternation suddenly appeared on her face. Or how it was replaced by too wide a smile. She knew that smile. It was the one you gave when you wanted to soften bad news. Sort of an unspoken way of telling you,<em>You're not going to like this, but if it makes you feel any better, you can imagine me naked while I'm saying this.</em>