Room 406, afternoon to early evening.
Isabel returned to her room after Hunting still vaguely surprised that Dick hadn't gotten them killed. She booted up the laptop and opened her email, absently looking at her inbox. That lasted about 2.4 seconds, basically long enough for her to realize the numerous messages from the same address were not a Nigerian money scam. Her screech could probably be heard down the hall.
Two hours later, Isabel was still sitting there, rereading the emails for what seemed like the millionth time.
The door was open.
Two hours later, Isabel was still sitting there, rereading the emails for what seemed like the millionth time.
The door was open.