You didn't have be a mind-reader to infer that "no one's expecting me" translated to "nobody cares if I'm there," and when combined with the way Isaac looked like a wounded puppy, it was just about the saddest thing April had ever heard.

"That's good, because you might get a really awesome room," April replied, smiling brightly in an attempt to buoy him. "Apparently you never know what you'll get. Mine was a totally sweet dojo last I checked."

"Third floor," the woman behind the desk informed them. "You won't need a key. Good luck, and enjoy your stay."

"Come on," April said, and afforded the woman a brief wave before seizing Isaac by the arm and tugging him toward the stairs.