By the time things can get sorted out by the presence of management, most of the curious have taken up positions, and seem poised to stay.  The screamer remains, turning to whoever happens to be closest, and begins talking about what a horrible thing must have happened to "that nice young businessman."  That somehow segues into a story about her first stay at the Clearwater Hotel, years ago, on her honeymoon, and anyone even remotely interested in listening can get a full picture of what it must have been like to have Mamie Hesley as a wife.<br/><br/>A young boy of perhaps nine stands next to Mamie, at least for a minute or two, shifting and bored.  He was also wearing only pajamas, and looked ready to move away from his mother until she broke the ceaseless stream of her conversation to say, "Timothy, love, don't you wander there.  Bad things are happening, and Mommy doesn't want you out of her sight."<br/><br/>The last of the lot is a lanky, tall man of late middle-age, who carries in his arms a snow-white poodle, which constantly barks and yips, adding another level of irritation.  He looked at Blake, pushed the glasses over the bridge of his nose, and spoke in a nasal, whining voice.  "Excuse me, sir, but I don't see a badge on your chest.  Who are you to start barking orders at me?  I have a right to know what's going on here."<br/><br/>Roger has just stashed away the briefcase when Mr. Fox arrives.  "Excuse everyone, excuse me, coming through.  Oh my," he said, after seeing the carnage in 213.  He takes the aforementioned steps, blocking off the room.  "Now just calm down, everyone, please.  The sheriff will be here in twenty minutes, there's nothing you can do to help, please go back to your rooms."  Mamie and her son, and the unidentified man with the poodle, show no more signs of going along with this directive than they did when it came from Blake.  All three begin speaking up at once, demanding to know what happened, making Blake's attempt to pump Fox for information an exercise in futility.<br/><br/><strong>OOC:  You guys get one more post before the law turns up.</strong>