When I reach our floor, I’m gasping for breath, every muscle in my body quivering from overexertion. Damn. I know Scott’s already at the room, he has to be—he stayed half a flight of stairs ahead of me the whole way. But when I burst through the stairwell door into our hallway, I don’t see him. The door to our room is shut. Where is he?
Slowly, I walk down the hall, taking my time to catch my breath. “Scott?” I call out, tentative. Is he already in the room, maybe? Or hiding behind one of the potted plants, waiting to jump out at me? I don’t see him… “Scott? This isn’t funny.”
At our room, I turn the latch, but the door stays shut. He has the only keycard. So what, I’m supposed to bang on the door until he opens? Wait here for him to decide to come back? Where the hell did he go?
Beh
