[ within five seconds, the foyer glows gold and the wind from his speed pushes papers, hair, cushions and plants over. skidding across the floor (and leaving some skidmarks, sorry, cleaners), he comes to stand beside her like he hadn't left at all.

scrunching up his face, he gestures in the direction of where he'd come from. ] So, I think Scott's on the fourth floor, although it felt like the sixth and then the seventeenth. [ cue brow furrow, even that sounded strange to him. ] And I think I may have found a Peter, although… not quite sure. But hopefully I did. He's on the third floor that felt like the twelfth floor that probably was the twenty-fifth floor.

[ yes, he does realise that this does not help her at all. but at least he's confirmed that they're here? confirming peter was a lot harder… he had to view some logs and then a computer and then, well… just guesswork. ]

Something's weird about this hotel.

[ just to sum it up. ]