The door to room 213 is unlocked and ajar, swinging open as if by an invisible hand by the pressure of Blake's feet on the floorboards, slowly revealing the scene within.  Signs of a struggle are everywhere - a heavy desk is tipped over, a lamp is broken, a piece of "modern" artwork has been knocked off the wall.  The most telling sign, of course, is the broken window.  A gaping black hole framed with jagged teeth of broken glass, the window is framed by two deep red curtains flapping in the winter wind.  The room is silent but for the wind's whistle and moan, and the beating of the windows against the frame.  A thin dusting of snow covers the carpet in front of the window, stained red with blood on the sill, white everywhere else.<br/><br/>Beck can see the three men in the hallway, standing before the suddenly open door of room 213, but not what is inside it.  The reaction on the face of Edwin, however, gives a hint that there is nothing pleasant to be seen.<br/><br/><strong>Taylor</strong><br/><br/>Taylor is awakened by a spine-chilling sensation of horror.  It feels as if her skin is crawling, an itch beneath the flesh that she can't get to no matter how hard she scratches. . .her insights and warnings of supernatural danger never came across her the same way twice, but they were always unmistakable, and something very powerful, very unnatural, was close, and meant her harm.  The noise she made as she bolted upright in bed was enough to wake Allison, and the two ladies see and hear movement outside their hotel room. . .