The most interesting thing to happen for the rest of Gracie's walk was Toffee finding a nice spot of grass to do his business on. With that taken care of, she was free to walk back to her room and do some thinking. Somewhere near the forefront of her mind was the mystery of Anne and whether to take her along. The woman seemed sane enough and her dog, sweetheart that he was, looked like a formidable protector. Another person could be a drain on resources, though, as could another animal. Shortly behind that was the issue of what to eat that night. While all of her food was canned or jarred, Gracie was anything but starved for choice. And after dinner... She'd have to decide. There's not much to do in a motel room with a rambunctious canine and a TV that doesn't work.