"Aspirin, or whatever you have on hand would be nice, thank you, if it's not too much trouble." I can't turn down the offer of something, anything, to dull the ache in my head. I'm sincerely hoping that it's just the stress of being here. That's what I'm going to count on -- everything else can be ignored until I've fully wrapped my mind around this place.

"My life has been a little more, ah, horror movie rather than sci-fi lately," I say, a little bitter laugh escaping me. "If this is what I get instead -- a mysterious hotel, spontaneous travel to an unknown location, well.." I let my words trail off as my fingers run overtop the letters that Nick has written. "In all honesty, I think I'll take the sci-fi story."

I think I just have to choose to believe that this -- whatever this is, exactly -- is all real. I've already been crazy once, far too recently for my liking. Accepting anything other than that this is reality means that I am probably crazy again, and that is the last thing I need right now.