<strong>In the Valley View</strong><br/>It was amusing to see Rachel's smile adjust itself; going from genuinely friendly to a pleasant mask of professionalism, in the half second or so it took Taylor to ask her question and to process it.  "Yes," she said, hesitatingly.  "Sure, of course.  I'd be more than happy to show you around Miner's Folly, all of yous."  She turned around so quickly that her ponytail flew over her shoulder, tapped angrily at her computer screen.  When she turned back, however, she was all smiles again.<br/><br/>"Well folks, if there's nothing else, I'll be going home now.  I'm sure I'm going to have to tunnel beneath the snow on top of my driveway.  You can just leave your things here when you finish; the morning crew will get them before we open for breakfast tomorrow.  Enjoy your evening."<br/><br/><strong>Elsewhere in the Hotel</strong><br/>The time is almost one in the morning, and the hotel is quiet.  Cynthia sleeps away in room 107, and Beck, in the suite in 201, finds her room turned down by the evening housekeeper, and the heater left on.<br/><br/>From the conference room, all is still as Vivian looks out into the parking lot, save a single vehicle, some sort of 2x4 utility car, pull out of the parking lot.  Some time later, she sees a lone figure (she thinks it might be Rachel, the bartender) move to another car, and drive off after brushing snow from the windshield with gloved hands.  After that, all is still.