"Reservation. Right." Allison sighed, shifting on her crutches and rolling her head restlessly to stretch her neck. "Of course there's a creepy innkeeper, too--but it beats the hell out of the cult of Tiffany Charlotte."

Realizing that she was talking mostly to herself, she shot Snow a rueful smile.

"You, uh--you don't wanna know. Anyway, right, get my room from Creepy Darryl." She paused, then looked from the building to Snow again.

"Anything else I should know about this place? If there is, walk with me. Might as well get check in over with."