Roger's queries go unanswered; at least, unanswered in a way he can understand.  There are some noises, whispers, just at the edge of his hearing that seem to have some meaning, but he cannot quite make out.<br/><br/>People sometimes seemed determined to be contrary.  No sooner had Blake cautioned her fellow guest about getting to close than the matronly woman swept by her, looking into 213 despite the rather severe looking men and women that had gathered around the door.<br/><br/>And began to scream.  High pitched, shrill screams that could be heard throughout the hotel, even in the conference room where Vivian napped, at the desk, in the guest rooms, even echoing off the stone walls of the gorge.<br/><br/>It was well that Edwin had already called for the sheriff, because other guests of the hotel soon began to come to that wing of the second floor, see the carnage in 213, and retreat swiftly back to their own rooms, doubtless to phone the hotel staff or the police department directly.  A few lingered, gaping at what was left of the room, and are there when the hotel staff arrives.  The night manager, Mr. Fox, draws a chair in front of the door to 213 and stands in front of it, to keep the curious out until the police arrive.<br/><br/><strong>Roger and Blake:  Are you still in the room by the time Fox arrives?  You can't help but being seen by the matronly women, or even some of the other hotel guests unless you bolt out of the room right after she screams.  You also have about five seconds from the time you hear Blake cautioning the other woman away to the time she gets to the room; is there any specific action you'd like to do in that time?  And Roger; what do you do with the briefcase?</strong>