Linwood's uneasy rest is shattered a few hours later when someone pounds on his door...or rather, two big and burly someones.<br/><br/>"Come on out," one of them calls...the man sounds a bit like Joe Pesci, of all people.  "We know you're in there, Flowers."<br/><br/>Uh oh.  What were the odds these two would accept the simple fact that he wasn't the person they were looking for?<br/><br/>"Don Carlo wants it back, Flowers," the other heavy volunteered through the door.  "You give it to us before we break down the door, we'll only break one leg.  How's that sound?"<br/><br/>Mmmm...not good.<br/><br/>+++<br/><br/>Ethan's flight goes well enough, all things considered (the TSA screening is a major pain, as it always is).  Soon he's back on<em>terra firma</em>under smoggy skies at a small airport near Burbank.  From here, he simply needs to get to this hotel, wherever it is, and check in...<br/><br/>His train of thought is interrupted when a maintenance worker bursts out of the crowd and charges him, mop in hand, screeching something about 'purifying the heretic'!<br/><br/>(Stamina roll, please, Ethan.)<br/>