I shudder slightly, and my reflection copies me exactly. I’m not sure why that makes me feel better, but it does.
Back in the bedroom, I notice that my stuff is missing. Somehow I’m not surprised, but the loss of my equipment is annoying. Grabbing my coat, I make my way out into the hall. It’s a bit cleaner than the room, but the surprising touch is a long row of flickering gas-lights where electric bulbs should be. I’m a bit sketchy on the details, but I really think I’d have noticed them when I arrived.
The reception area is deserted. There’s a cup of coffee behind the desk, still steaming a bit, but there’s no attendant. I give it a few seconds, and ring the bell. Nothing. I ring the bell again, more insistently, and follow it up with a yell. There is no response. Looking out of the front and side windows, I can see there are no cars in the car-park, no head-lights up or down the road.
I’m starting to get a little uneasy.
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