Harriet had decided to eat in her room.<br/>She wasn't very hungry, so ordered a sandwich and tea, she didn't really feel like eating in the dining room. There, she would, most probably, have to have some sort of conversation with a total stranger and she really wasn't in the mood.<br/><br/>There was something about the place, something she couldn't put her finger on. Harriet shrugged at the feeling she had felt, since entering the hotel, yet again telling herself that it was all her imagination.<br/>Surely, her Uncle's Legal adviser would not have placed her here if it was dangerous or was inhabitted by unsavoury characters, yet she just couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.<br/><br/>It was still early when she had finished her food and her corespondance and even though the sun was just beginning to set, she had decided to go to bed.<br/>The knock at the door came just as she had pulled back the covers.<br/>Thinking that it must be someone to collect her tea things, Harriet pulled on her silk dressing gown and headed bare footed to the door.<br/><br/>She had just turned the handle when she heard the voice beyond the door and peiered out through the small opening.<br/>"Erm...Yes....I'm British...English in fact...but I...well I'm sorry, but I was just about to go to bed...."