Lisa rents a hotel room.

"I'll take the room and I'd like a bath after tonights meal." Lisa told the woman.

"That'll be $65." the woman said and collected a key from the office.

Lisa counted out $65 and placed it on the counter, while the woman filled out the hotel register.

"Name?" the woman asked.

"Lisa Bennet." Lisa answered.

The woman wrote Lisa's name in the register and then turned the book to Lisa.

"Make your mark here." the woman said.

"I'm lettered!" Lisa said signing her name.

"Meant no offence." the woman appologised.

"Virgil!" the woman yelled "Virgil!"

There was no sign of the elusive Virgil.

"Where is that boy?" the woman asked. "Oh, Virgil's my son and he helps me run this place, along with Tom, our cook."

"Will you be ok with your things?" the woman asked.

"I'll be fine." Lisa replied.

Lisa was then led to a room on the first floor. Inside, Lisa was pleasantly surprised to find the room in good repair. Lisa dropped her stuff on the bed and sank into it. Relishing the soft matress.

"Well my rooms just next door and Virgil's is the one beyond that. Just give us a call if you want anything." the woman said. "Oh I'm Alma Morgan by the way."

Lisa left the comfort of the bed and looked out the window, still convinced that she was forgeting something.

"I'll let you know when your baths ready." Alma said.

Lisa's keen ear heard the sound of boots hurrying along the landing. Lisa's right hand went to her colt.

The room door burst open.

Lisa spun round drawing her colt.

Alma Morgan screamed.