Story Notes:
The 'dock' scene is only basic at the start. It builds itself up as Tom reminds himself more about it, and he discovers more facts behind that fateful day, all leading up to the truth.Tom also reminds himself of the events that happened in a summary. This recaps what he needs to find out, and allows you to have a guess yourselves.THE FAIRVIEW CHRONICLES IS LINKED TO THIS STORY, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE READ IT FIRST, OR YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND ALL OF THIS:http://agn.ph/fics/viewseries.php?seriesid=219Now with a prologue, explaining how Tom found Stacey!http://agn.ph/fics/viewstory.php?sid=3504
Chapter 1: Hotel Abulux
5th November, 2015
15:05
The old, worn out roads connecting Fairview and Maxbrook stretched out far into the distance, making a bridge across the plains around them. A car drove through the path, throwing the dust on the roads into the air as it passed. A man sat in front of the steering wheel, his mind lost in the subconscious. He looked to the passenger seat where a Ninetales sat, staring outside the window at the dead vegetation as they moved through the desert-like roads. He stroked the Ninetale's fur slightly, and stared back at the road. A young girl, aged about 19, was walking along the road in the distance. Squinting at this site, he could barely believe what he was seeing. Slowing the car down, he rolled the window down to talk. She had frail white hair, and an expression of hopelessness.
"Hey, are you OK?" He asked the girl, his Ninetales turning to face the window. The girl turned and stared, but said nothing. "Do you need a lift? There's a hotel up ahead if you want to stay there." He tried asking her again, this time she nodded, opening one of the passenger seat doors and sitting down. Shutting the door calmly again, the car set off. "So, uh, I'm Tom, and this is Stacey. Nice to meet you." Again, this line of questioning was in vain as she didn't reply. After a few minutes of sitting in the car, they reached a large building, the neon sign exclaiming 'Hotel Abulux'. "This is the place."
Stepping out the car, the girl walked inside delicately, while Tom went to Stacey's side to let her out of the car. Scratching his head slightly, he asked himself; "What the heck's up with her?", before getting his suitcase and briefcase out of the back. Stacey ran up the steps to the door and held it open for Tom as they entered the building. "Cheers, Stacey."
"More visitors, huh?" A middle-aged man said behind the desk at the reception area. He leaned his arm on the counter to face Tom."This girl yours?"
"No, she was just walking along the road outside. Figured I'd give her a lift, but she doesn't have any luggage or anything."
"She been blanking you as well?"
"Yeah, she hasn't said a thing."
"Wait here a minute then, I'll go get Melissa to give her a room for the night."
"What, you're just giving her a room for free?" Tom asked, Stacey turning her head up to him.
"Well, what the hell can I do? She's obviously lost!" The man said, walking out the room. Stacey walked off for a bit while Tom walked around the lobby. Picking up a piece of paper on the desk, he read a publicity article for the hotel. Some normal quotes from people that had stayed there, until Tom noticed something peculiar. Something about a room that grants wishes to the people stay there. "Ah, I see you've read the article I'm sending to the papers, huh? Well, what d'ya think?" The man said, shutting the door.
"Well, you'd make a great story writer." Tom said, with a serious expression on his face. "You're expecting me to believe the whole wish room crap?"
"Hey, now THAT was uncalled for. Are you gonna book a room or what?" The man said impatiently.
"Yeah, OK. One for the night please. Make it a cheap one." Tom said, writing his name down on a sheet and passing it to him.
"Tom Blakely? Hmm..." The manager paused for a second, before shrugging it off.
"Hey, what's wrong? Do you not like my name or something?"
"It's just... I could have sworn somebody once came here with that name. Have you ever been here before?"
"No, can't say I have. But why the hell did somebody book in under my name?"
"Beats me. Anyway, here's your key. Room 215." The manager says, passing Tom his key. It was pretty standard, except the number on the handle was surrounded by the word 'wish'. Tom sighed, staring back at the manager, unimpressed. Signalling to Stacey, they walked upstairs to his room. "Oh, and if you're interested, there's a fireworks display later." The manager called out, but Tom ignored him. Swinging the key around slightly as they walked up the stairs, he met a worker in the hallway.
"Hey, can you check if any packages have been sent in for Tom Blakely?" He asked them. The man wore a pair of glasses, with short, blond hair.
"Sure." He replied, finishing his work and heading downstairs. Tom unlocked the door to his room. It was small, but it would work for the night. There was a bed and table at one end, with the bathroom at the other. Stacey jumped onto the bed to rest, while Tom put his suitcase on the floor, and his briefcase on the table. Opening up his briefcase, Tom took out his ID and a sheet of instructions. The instructions read;
'Tom Blakely, you are to sell the following items to residents of Hotel Abulux:
Mini Sowing Machine
Wood wax
And you are to retrieve the following items:
A small red box
A diamond named the Sapphire Star
"What the hell? Sapphire Star!?!?" Tom exclaimed upon reading his order sheet again. 'What's that?'
Tom was interrupted by a knock on the door. Walking across the room to answer it, a woman stood at the other side of the door.
"Hi, you must be the person that just arrived, no?" She said politely.
"Well, give the girl a round of applause..." Tom sneered.
"Hey, that's not nice."
"Sorry, but when you have a job like mine, you have to put with a lot of crap."
"Oh, you're here for work. I was beginning to wonder why anybody would CHOOSE to stay in a place like this..."
"Christ, tell me about it. The place is a dump if I've ever seen one."
"No, no that! Haven't you heard the rumours?"
"Rumours?"
"That some people go... missing... when they stay here, and disappear without a trace."
"Oh I see, you're five days late to Halloween, Ma'am." The woman got frustrated by Tom, and stormed back to her room.
"Ah shit, I think she'd have bought the sowing machine." After Tom said this, the worker from earlier walked towards him with two packages. He handed Tom the top one. "Hey, what's your name, anyway?"
"Huh, me? I'm Alex. Why'd you ask?"
"I have a feeling I'll need to remember it." Tom said, shutting the door. Cutting open the tape on the box with a pen knife, he found something other then expected inside the box. It was a small handbook, with the name 'Edwin Anderson' engraved on the front in a stylish, red font. "Ah, crap. The idiot gave me the wrong parcel!" He turned to face Stacey, who had fallen asleep on the bed. "Well, might as well go and see who owns this..."
Tom stepped outside his room and walked through the corridor, bumping into a shady-looking man. He wore sunglasses, and a black suit and had black hair, but completely ignored Tom. Walking into the lobby, he turned to face the manager.
"Hey, whateveryournameis, Alex gave me the wrong parcel."
"It's Edwin."
"Wait, you're Edwin Anderson?"
"Yeah, is that a problem as well?"
"Oh, well this is yours then." Tom said, handing him the notebook.
"You didn't... look inside, did you?"
"No, why would I do that?" Tom asked. 'If he's trying to get me intrigued by that notebook, it's definitely working.' Tom thought to himself. "So, where's my parcel gone then?"
"It should be this one here." Edwin said, handing Tom the right parcel.
"Thanks." Tom said, walking back towards his room. On the way there he noticed a stand where they were selling items for pokémon. One he recognised quite clearly: The poké-human translator. 'Maybe it's about time I got Stacey one of those.' He pondered. A man quickly sprinted over to the counter, obviously a worker. "Hey, I'd like to buy this, please." Tom said. The man's name tag read 'Peter', and he was probably in his 40s.
"Sure, that'd be �50." He replied, in a slightly monotone voice, with a hint of depression. He had a locket hung around his neck, wearing a suit. "Name, please?"
"Tom Blakely." Tom said, signing a sheet of paper.
"Thanks."
16:00
Tom re-entered his bedroom, where Stacey was sitting, staring at Tom. Tom pulled the collar out of the packaging, and showed it to Stacey.
"I think it's about nigh time to remove the boundaries, huh?" Tom said to her, slipping the collar around her neck. "You'll need to wait a few minutes for it to kick in. As for me, I've got to get a move on finding this stuff on the list." On his way out of the room, he met an old man walking through the corridor.
"Are you the man that just arrived?" He asked in a weak tone.
"Yeah, I'm Tom Blakely." Tom said, introducing himself.
"Have you ever heard of a man named Chris Hargreaves, by any chance?"
"Like hell I have..." Tom replied. He knew exactly who Chris was, and it wasn't exactly for the best of terms. Tom had been a childhood friend to Chris despite being five years younger, and he's also the reason Tom ended up In a job like his...
7th December, 2014
18:03
Fairview Detective Agency
Tom swirled a pen around his fingers in boredom. The phone burst out ringing, as Tom picked up.
"Tom Blakely here, what's the matter?" He asked. Suddenly he became much more tense after what he heard. "...What the hell?!?"
18:52
Fairview Docks
Tom faced Chris, who was staring across the ocean, as Tom quickly drew out his pistol
"Don't move!"
BLAM!
16:05
"Sir, are you okay?" The old man asked. Tom snapped out of his trance and returned to the conversation.
"I used to be a childhood friend of him. Why'd you ask?" Tom said.
"I've been hearing things about him lately. Some say he died about 2 years ago."
'What the hell? But I...' Tom thought to himself, confused by what the man said. "I didn't hear anything about that."
"Of course you didn't, there's been a cover up, and it wasn't the government. Only problem is, people are claiming to have seen him in person lately. Poor guy."
"Any idea which way the reports are going?"
"Apparently westwards of Fairview."
'But that goes straight past here. Has Chris stopped here or something?' Tom pondered, his detective instincts starting to kick in. He took out a notepad and scribbled some notes down on this. The old man raised an eyebrow at this.
"Why are you so interested in him, anyway?"
"Let's just say him and me aren't on the best of terms. Anyway, do you know where they keep the lost property?"
"That's in the main office. I'm Kiran, by the way."
"OK, thanks Kiran." Tom said, as Kiran went his own way. 'Chris can't be alive, he can't cheat death twice...' Walking into the lobby, Edwin wasn't at his desk. After waiting for a while, Tom got frustrated. He noticed a door saying 'staff only'. Slowly pushing the door open, while keeping lookout for anyone that might see him. 'I should NOT be doing this...'
As Tom peered into the corridor beyond the lobby, he saw labelled rooms on the sides. 'Mellisa's room' read one. 'Maybe I can check up on that girl later for a cover story'. Passing through the halls, he was surprised at how little staff there was here. Twisting the doorknob for the Office room, he made his way inside. It was a well organised place, once again completely empty. 'Where the hell is everyone?' Tom wondered, coming across a filing cabinet named 'Lost Property'. Pulling it open, he quickly found the small red box he was looking for. Studying the box, Tom shut the draw and started walking to the exit. 'Looks like it's locked. Who'd have a locked box with no key?'. Tom was about to leave the room when he noticed a desk near the door. 'Must be Edwin's desk'. Tom looked at a note pinned on Edwin's notice board.
'Dear owner of Hotel Abulux, it has come to our attention that there has been numerous disappearances around you area. We have reason to believe you are hiding a murderer amongst your guests. If you require any assistance in finding them, please contact the local authorities immediately.' The note was labelled in large letters 'Report this, they're onto him'.
'What the... so that girl was right! People are being killed, and the manager here is pretty keen on not letting anyone find out. But why? And who does he have to report to? And who is the killer?' All of a sudden, the door moved open. 'Shit!'
"Huh? You're... Tom, right?" It was Alex luckily. "You really shouldn't be snooping around ya know, Edwin gets really pissed about that. Hell, after you were reading those notices, I have every right to report you now!"
"Look, I just came to get some lost property."
"Prove it." Tom pulled out the locked box.
"I was told to retrieve this by the company I work for."
"That... You don't mean the company you're working for is... them... right?"
"Them? What are you on about?"
"Actually, forget that. Just get the hell out of here."
"Can I talk to the girl that arrived quickly?"
"Huh? She doesn't even talk!"
"I just want to know more about her."
"Well, she's asleep now. Maybe you'll get a chance to talk to her at the fireworks display. Now, get out!" Alex said, ushing Tom back into the lobby.
'Right, I've got the box, but where the hell will I find the Scarlet Star? And what the hell's up with this place? OK, calm down a minute Tom. Let's think about what just happened.' Tom thought, taking his mind back to events.
'Well, I arrived here by car with Stacey and the girl I found (Who is she?), and we checked in with the hotel manager, Edwin.
He gave me the key to room 215, 'wish' (Why has he named the rooms?) and there was an article Edwin had written on the 'wish' room.
I went to my room and got Alex to deliver my packages. While I was waiting, I read that order sheet again.
I had to find two items: A small red box, and The Sapphire Star (What Is it? And why would anybody want it? Where is it?).
I met some girl at the door, who had that damned bubbly nature I hate in people. She told me about a rumour on disappearances, which I quickly passed aside.
Then Alex accidentally gave me the wrong parcel. It contained a black notebook for Edwin, which I handed back to him (What's in the notebook?).
I bought Stacey a translator collar at long last so I can talk to her from Peter, who looked like the most depressed guy I've ever seen (Whys he so sad?).
I met an old guy named Kiran who asked me about Chris, making me remind myself briefly of the docks. He said he was hearing rumours about Chris (There's got to be a better reason to be looking into your average man, right?).
He directed me to the office for lost property. I waited in the lobby, but nobody was there. So I walked into the office myself and found the red box, and a note on the wall about suspicion of a murderer, and an annotation saying 'REPORT THIS!' (Who do they want to report it to?).
Alex found me, and after slipping his mouth on 'them' (Who's them?), he kicked me back into the lobby.' Tom thought, sitting down for a bit. 'Well, best go back and see Stacey'.Chapter End Notes:New chapter characters;
??? - Girl found walking on her own. Seems lost.
Edwin - Hotel manager. A bit suspicious.
Alex - Hotel worker. He gets in my way a bit, and he's clumsy.
Peter - Hotel worker. He's really sad.
Woman from 216 - Really annoying, bubbly woman.
Kiran - Old man from 220. He seems to want to know about Chris Hargreaves
15:05
The old, worn out roads connecting Fairview and Maxbrook stretched out far into the distance, making a bridge across the plains around them. A car drove through the path, throwing the dust on the roads into the air as it passed. A man sat in front of the steering wheel, his mind lost in the subconscious. He looked to the passenger seat where a Ninetales sat, staring outside the window at the dead vegetation as they moved through the desert-like roads. He stroked the Ninetale's fur slightly, and stared back at the road. A young girl, aged about 19, was walking along the road in the distance. Squinting at this site, he could barely believe what he was seeing. Slowing the car down, he rolled the window down to talk. She had frail white hair, and an expression of hopelessness.
"Hey, are you OK?" He asked the girl, his Ninetales turning to face the window. The girl turned and stared, but said nothing. "Do you need a lift? There's a hotel up ahead if you want to stay there." He tried asking her again, this time she nodded, opening one of the passenger seat doors and sitting down. Shutting the door calmly again, the car set off. "So, uh, I'm Tom, and this is Stacey. Nice to meet you." Again, this line of questioning was in vain as she didn't reply. After a few minutes of sitting in the car, they reached a large building, the neon sign exclaiming 'Hotel Abulux'. "This is the place."
Stepping out the car, the girl walked inside delicately, while Tom went to Stacey's side to let her out of the car. Scratching his head slightly, he asked himself; "What the heck's up with her?", before getting his suitcase and briefcase out of the back. Stacey ran up the steps to the door and held it open for Tom as they entered the building. "Cheers, Stacey."
"More visitors, huh?" A middle-aged man said behind the desk at the reception area. He leaned his arm on the counter to face Tom."This girl yours?"
"No, she was just walking along the road outside. Figured I'd give her a lift, but she doesn't have any luggage or anything."
"She been blanking you as well?"
"Yeah, she hasn't said a thing."
"Wait here a minute then, I'll go get Melissa to give her a room for the night."
"What, you're just giving her a room for free?" Tom asked, Stacey turning her head up to him.
"Well, what the hell can I do? She's obviously lost!" The man said, walking out the room. Stacey walked off for a bit while Tom walked around the lobby. Picking up a piece of paper on the desk, he read a publicity article for the hotel. Some normal quotes from people that had stayed there, until Tom noticed something peculiar. Something about a room that grants wishes to the people stay there. "Ah, I see you've read the article I'm sending to the papers, huh? Well, what d'ya think?" The man said, shutting the door.
"Well, you'd make a great story writer." Tom said, with a serious expression on his face. "You're expecting me to believe the whole wish room crap?"
"Hey, now THAT was uncalled for. Are you gonna book a room or what?" The man said impatiently.
"Yeah, OK. One for the night please. Make it a cheap one." Tom said, writing his name down on a sheet and passing it to him.
"Tom Blakely? Hmm..." The manager paused for a second, before shrugging it off.
"Hey, what's wrong? Do you not like my name or something?"
"It's just... I could have sworn somebody once came here with that name. Have you ever been here before?"
"No, can't say I have. But why the hell did somebody book in under my name?"
"Beats me. Anyway, here's your key. Room 215." The manager says, passing Tom his key. It was pretty standard, except the number on the handle was surrounded by the word 'wish'. Tom sighed, staring back at the manager, unimpressed. Signalling to Stacey, they walked upstairs to his room. "Oh, and if you're interested, there's a fireworks display later." The manager called out, but Tom ignored him. Swinging the key around slightly as they walked up the stairs, he met a worker in the hallway.
"Hey, can you check if any packages have been sent in for Tom Blakely?" He asked them. The man wore a pair of glasses, with short, blond hair.
"Sure." He replied, finishing his work and heading downstairs. Tom unlocked the door to his room. It was small, but it would work for the night. There was a bed and table at one end, with the bathroom at the other. Stacey jumped onto the bed to rest, while Tom put his suitcase on the floor, and his briefcase on the table. Opening up his briefcase, Tom took out his ID and a sheet of instructions. The instructions read;
'Tom Blakely, you are to sell the following items to residents of Hotel Abulux:
Mini Sowing Machine
Wood wax
And you are to retrieve the following items:
A small red box
A diamond named the Sapphire Star
"What the hell? Sapphire Star!?!?" Tom exclaimed upon reading his order sheet again. 'What's that?'
Tom was interrupted by a knock on the door. Walking across the room to answer it, a woman stood at the other side of the door.
"Hi, you must be the person that just arrived, no?" She said politely.
"Well, give the girl a round of applause..." Tom sneered.
"Hey, that's not nice."
"Sorry, but when you have a job like mine, you have to put with a lot of crap."
"Oh, you're here for work. I was beginning to wonder why anybody would CHOOSE to stay in a place like this..."
"Christ, tell me about it. The place is a dump if I've ever seen one."
"No, no that! Haven't you heard the rumours?"
"Rumours?"
"That some people go... missing... when they stay here, and disappear without a trace."
"Oh I see, you're five days late to Halloween, Ma'am." The woman got frustrated by Tom, and stormed back to her room.
"Ah shit, I think she'd have bought the sowing machine." After Tom said this, the worker from earlier walked towards him with two packages. He handed Tom the top one. "Hey, what's your name, anyway?"
"Huh, me? I'm Alex. Why'd you ask?"
"I have a feeling I'll need to remember it." Tom said, shutting the door. Cutting open the tape on the box with a pen knife, he found something other then expected inside the box. It was a small handbook, with the name 'Edwin Anderson' engraved on the front in a stylish, red font. "Ah, crap. The idiot gave me the wrong parcel!" He turned to face Stacey, who had fallen asleep on the bed. "Well, might as well go and see who owns this..."
Tom stepped outside his room and walked through the corridor, bumping into a shady-looking man. He wore sunglasses, and a black suit and had black hair, but completely ignored Tom. Walking into the lobby, he turned to face the manager.
"Hey, whateveryournameis, Alex gave me the wrong parcel."
"It's Edwin."
"Wait, you're Edwin Anderson?"
"Yeah, is that a problem as well?"
"Oh, well this is yours then." Tom said, handing him the notebook.
"You didn't... look inside, did you?"
"No, why would I do that?" Tom asked. 'If he's trying to get me intrigued by that notebook, it's definitely working.' Tom thought to himself. "So, where's my parcel gone then?"
"It should be this one here." Edwin said, handing Tom the right parcel.
"Thanks." Tom said, walking back towards his room. On the way there he noticed a stand where they were selling items for pokémon. One he recognised quite clearly: The poké-human translator. 'Maybe it's about time I got Stacey one of those.' He pondered. A man quickly sprinted over to the counter, obviously a worker. "Hey, I'd like to buy this, please." Tom said. The man's name tag read 'Peter', and he was probably in his 40s.
"Sure, that'd be �50." He replied, in a slightly monotone voice, with a hint of depression. He had a locket hung around his neck, wearing a suit. "Name, please?"
"Tom Blakely." Tom said, signing a sheet of paper.
"Thanks."
16:00
Tom re-entered his bedroom, where Stacey was sitting, staring at Tom. Tom pulled the collar out of the packaging, and showed it to Stacey.
"I think it's about nigh time to remove the boundaries, huh?" Tom said to her, slipping the collar around her neck. "You'll need to wait a few minutes for it to kick in. As for me, I've got to get a move on finding this stuff on the list." On his way out of the room, he met an old man walking through the corridor.
"Are you the man that just arrived?" He asked in a weak tone.
"Yeah, I'm Tom Blakely." Tom said, introducing himself.
"Have you ever heard of a man named Chris Hargreaves, by any chance?"
"Like hell I have..." Tom replied. He knew exactly who Chris was, and it wasn't exactly for the best of terms. Tom had been a childhood friend to Chris despite being five years younger, and he's also the reason Tom ended up In a job like his...
7th December, 2014
18:03
Fairview Detective Agency
Tom swirled a pen around his fingers in boredom. The phone burst out ringing, as Tom picked up.
"Tom Blakely here, what's the matter?" He asked. Suddenly he became much more tense after what he heard. "...What the hell?!?"
18:52
Fairview Docks
Tom faced Chris, who was staring across the ocean, as Tom quickly drew out his pistol
"Don't move!"
BLAM!
16:05
"Sir, are you okay?" The old man asked. Tom snapped out of his trance and returned to the conversation.
"I used to be a childhood friend of him. Why'd you ask?" Tom said.
"I've been hearing things about him lately. Some say he died about 2 years ago."
'What the hell? But I...' Tom thought to himself, confused by what the man said. "I didn't hear anything about that."
"Of course you didn't, there's been a cover up, and it wasn't the government. Only problem is, people are claiming to have seen him in person lately. Poor guy."
"Any idea which way the reports are going?"
"Apparently westwards of Fairview."
'But that goes straight past here. Has Chris stopped here or something?' Tom pondered, his detective instincts starting to kick in. He took out a notepad and scribbled some notes down on this. The old man raised an eyebrow at this.
"Why are you so interested in him, anyway?"
"Let's just say him and me aren't on the best of terms. Anyway, do you know where they keep the lost property?"
"That's in the main office. I'm Kiran, by the way."
"OK, thanks Kiran." Tom said, as Kiran went his own way. 'Chris can't be alive, he can't cheat death twice...' Walking into the lobby, Edwin wasn't at his desk. After waiting for a while, Tom got frustrated. He noticed a door saying 'staff only'. Slowly pushing the door open, while keeping lookout for anyone that might see him. 'I should NOT be doing this...'
As Tom peered into the corridor beyond the lobby, he saw labelled rooms on the sides. 'Mellisa's room' read one. 'Maybe I can check up on that girl later for a cover story'. Passing through the halls, he was surprised at how little staff there was here. Twisting the doorknob for the Office room, he made his way inside. It was a well organised place, once again completely empty. 'Where the hell is everyone?' Tom wondered, coming across a filing cabinet named 'Lost Property'. Pulling it open, he quickly found the small red box he was looking for. Studying the box, Tom shut the draw and started walking to the exit. 'Looks like it's locked. Who'd have a locked box with no key?'. Tom was about to leave the room when he noticed a desk near the door. 'Must be Edwin's desk'. Tom looked at a note pinned on Edwin's notice board.
'Dear owner of Hotel Abulux, it has come to our attention that there has been numerous disappearances around you area. We have reason to believe you are hiding a murderer amongst your guests. If you require any assistance in finding them, please contact the local authorities immediately.' The note was labelled in large letters 'Report this, they're onto him'.
'What the... so that girl was right! People are being killed, and the manager here is pretty keen on not letting anyone find out. But why? And who does he have to report to? And who is the killer?' All of a sudden, the door moved open. 'Shit!'
"Huh? You're... Tom, right?" It was Alex luckily. "You really shouldn't be snooping around ya know, Edwin gets really pissed about that. Hell, after you were reading those notices, I have every right to report you now!"
"Look, I just came to get some lost property."
"Prove it." Tom pulled out the locked box.
"I was told to retrieve this by the company I work for."
"That... You don't mean the company you're working for is... them... right?"
"Them? What are you on about?"
"Actually, forget that. Just get the hell out of here."
"Can I talk to the girl that arrived quickly?"
"Huh? She doesn't even talk!"
"I just want to know more about her."
"Well, she's asleep now. Maybe you'll get a chance to talk to her at the fireworks display. Now, get out!" Alex said, ushing Tom back into the lobby.
'Right, I've got the box, but where the hell will I find the Scarlet Star? And what the hell's up with this place? OK, calm down a minute Tom. Let's think about what just happened.' Tom thought, taking his mind back to events.
'Well, I arrived here by car with Stacey and the girl I found (Who is she?), and we checked in with the hotel manager, Edwin.
He gave me the key to room 215, 'wish' (Why has he named the rooms?) and there was an article Edwin had written on the 'wish' room.
I went to my room and got Alex to deliver my packages. While I was waiting, I read that order sheet again.
I had to find two items: A small red box, and The Sapphire Star (What Is it? And why would anybody want it? Where is it?).
I met some girl at the door, who had that damned bubbly nature I hate in people. She told me about a rumour on disappearances, which I quickly passed aside.
Then Alex accidentally gave me the wrong parcel. It contained a black notebook for Edwin, which I handed back to him (What's in the notebook?).
I bought Stacey a translator collar at long last so I can talk to her from Peter, who looked like the most depressed guy I've ever seen (Whys he so sad?).
I met an old guy named Kiran who asked me about Chris, making me remind myself briefly of the docks. He said he was hearing rumours about Chris (There's got to be a better reason to be looking into your average man, right?).
He directed me to the office for lost property. I waited in the lobby, but nobody was there. So I walked into the office myself and found the red box, and a note on the wall about suspicion of a murderer, and an annotation saying 'REPORT THIS!' (Who do they want to report it to?).
Alex found me, and after slipping his mouth on 'them' (Who's them?), he kicked me back into the lobby.' Tom thought, sitting down for a bit. 'Well, best go back and see Stacey'.Chapter End Notes:New chapter characters;
??? - Girl found walking on her own. Seems lost.
Edwin - Hotel manager. A bit suspicious.
Alex - Hotel worker. He gets in my way a bit, and he's clumsy.
Peter - Hotel worker. He's really sad.
Woman from 216 - Really annoying, bubbly woman.
Kiran - Old man from 220. He seems to want to know about Chris Hargreaves