"Oh....erm...right..."<br/>Harriet suddenly felt quite alone and had really wished that Christopher was going to stay. She had only met him scantly an hour before, but he was the only vaguely familier thing in a very strange world.<br/>Even this 'hotel' seemed very strange, yes there were many familier things around her, the carpet and curtains, even most of the furniture, but it just felt as though everything had been tilted slightly to the left a little, nothing was 'right'.<br/><br/>Her attention was brought back to the matter in hand as the elderly desk clerk spoke to her.<br/>"The second floor?"<br/>Smiling she held up her small overnight bag, intending to tell him that no help was neccessery.<br/>"I will be....OH!"<br/>Harriet almost jumped back a step as the quite burly young man aproached her from behind.<br/>She dumbly handed him her bag without further word....<br/>