The Olypic Pavillion

"If you don't mind, I have to check in at the Olympic Pavilion. It'll only take a second."

Your driver stops in front of the busy makeshift world headquarters and you hop out. You extend a hand to Tatiana, but she refuses. "The Olympic committee might think I've compromised your integrity." You turn and head in alone.

The entryway is huge and well lit. hundreds of people are bustling around you. You are a little overwhelmed and don't see the woman walking towards you until she's feet away. "Trip! So good to see you. I trust the flight was good?" The woman is tall and in her fifties. You have a vague idea of who she is, but can't put your finger on a name.

"Umm... Hi?"

"You don't remember me, do you? I'm Monica Charles. My husband used to coach the women's team."

"You're Davey's wife?" You get a better look at the woman who has grey hair and waspish features. You can't imagine Davey Charles being married to this woman.

"That's right."

After an awkward silence you continue, "So, what brings you here?"

"Well after Davey died-"

"Died?"

"Yes... He died skiing in the alps. It was terribly tragic."

"I didn't hear. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, come, let me help you find your way."