From behind the motel counter, a stern-faced old man gave Gracie a look that seemed almost accusatory and slid a room key in her direction. "Just for you? Here, single bed, no smoking. Don't bother with the WiFi, it doesn't work. The phone doesn't work, either. Neither does the television. If you need to take your dog outside, there is grass behind Building C." He looked and sounded Indian, maybe, and spoke with an authority that made it clear he'd probably been running the place since things were normal. "Breakfast is seven to ten in the morning. Do you have any questions?"<br/><br/>When Gracie had finally concluded her business in the front office, it was time to walk up a set of stairs to her room. The elevators, unsurprisingly, were no longer in operation. The room itself held all the standard amenities for an establishment of this caliber. Aside from the appliances that no longer worked there was a miniature fridge, a microwave, and a coffee maker. The sink and shower dispensed hot water, though it took a minute to warm up. It was just past noon by then, so the pair was free to check out more of the compound, find some way to entertain themselves, or succumb to an afternoon nap.