"Yeah," Joan agreed. "Except for... that. It's a pretty nice hotel, and everyone here has their own room. And most of the time the doors to other places aren't as upsetting as... that."

Now that the threats were behind her, it was easier to try to ignore what had just occurred. As far as gruesomeness went, she supposed it was no different than finding a headless man in an oil barrel, though that man didn't try to kill her after they found him. "Where are you from, John?" she asked.