"It smelled real," she insisted. "I've been missing Maine a lot lately, a really lot. And what I smelled coming in through that window smelled like Maine. Just salty enough to be a little sea air in there, the flowers."

Frannie shuddered. "And probably guaranteed to wipe the hotel out in two weeks if people start wandering through there and bring the superflu back through that door. I don't know about you, but I'd really rather not go through that again."