Steve held up the keycard. "I think he said... the Independence room." And then he decided it was time to pocket the card. He slipped it into his jeans pocket, then picked up his glass for a sip. "I'm sure I'll have to find it eventually."

If everything he'd been told was true, Steve was going to be stuck here for a while. He wasn't yet entertaining that idea entirely--he wanted to make sure. He had to walk, to find out on his own, to make a few phone calls and try to get to the bottom of things.