We get to the checkout desk, and the lobby is insane. This place is teeming with people, and we’re already late. This is your fault, obviously. I practically had to pull you out of bed, and trying to get you out the door was a whole situation in and of itself. I’m not used to this, this waiting game. If we don’t hurry, we’re going to miss our flight, and the line to the desk winds around the ropes twice. You look at me, and I look at you, and it seems there’s a reason for the wait this time, unlike the shenanigans you pull. Apparently, a guest went missing last night. The man in front of us fills us in on the details, and I’m surprised that he’s talking to us at all. Most people in here simply stare at their phones, and no one communicates anymore, and isn’t that supposed to be the whole p
