On her usual cursory check of the notes at the front desk, Joan had noticed a message that had set her on alert right away. She recognized the name and the handwriting, and realized that time must have drastically gotten away with her with her coming and going from the hotel. If the other woman was up and moving enough to write a note - even a garbled one - she must be somewhat fine, but Joan knew she had to check.

Finding the right room with the help of one of the bellboys, she knocked hesitantly on the door, hoping she wasn't intruding.