Hotel Lounge

So Thomas is drinking in a hotel bar, having ceased his journey for the evening. Writing a little - sketching out an idea for a puzzle on the table, the paper stained (annoyingly) from spilled soup. He is tempted to start again on a fresh sheet of paper, but resists the urge.

After a few drinks, and reading a little, he notices that the bar is almost empty. People have been vanishing again: the chandelier may be a tentacled brass predator hanging from the cealing. Gold plated, giving out light, attracting prey: it's natural habitat? hotel bars: people dissapearing in the light, where were they last seen? The lamp is a glowing golden seedpod.

Back on the train the next morning, there are noticably more empty seats, which allowed more room for sleeping. So we sleep and the dreams are impacted by the motions and sounds of passing landscape.

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Journey by Train
Hotel Foyer
Visiting Professor Moriarty

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