Blake produces a drivers license bearing the name Blake Hamilton upon request.<br/><br/>"In my own words huh... fair enough. I woke up, I guess because I heard the banging. I wasn't quite sure what it was at first. I had a look out the window and saw the window of that room swinging. I figured something must be up, since no one in their right mind would be wanting to leave a window open in weather like this.<br/><br/>The room door was open when we got there, and there was snow had blown in. When I got a bit further in, had a bit of a better look, that's when I figured something was wrong. I saw what looked like blood, and the window appeared to have been broken from the inside. I told Roger to get out, so we wouldn't contiminate the scene any further than we already had.<br/><br/>It was about that time the others showed up. The woman with the kid started screaming, and then Fifi  ... that's the little weasel with the poodle ... start whinging about his rights when I told them to back off. You want to watch that one ... he seems inordinately fond of his lawyer. Meh, you probably know the type.<br/><br/>Why I'm here is because my GPS screwed up. About 2 minutes before we landed here it was saying I was in Florida. We got told the weather had shut down the roads, so looks like we're stuck here for a few days. Once it clears, we'll be off again.<br/><br/>No, I've no idea who was in the room. I suppose it might have been someone downstairs earlier, but I turned in after I got something to eat."