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Despite being up late, Isabel was still up early. After getting dressed, she booted up her laptop and grumbled when there was only the faintest of WiFi signals available, apparently from the building next store. The signal did get stronger the closer she got to the window. Which explains why Isabel is currently perched on the window sill, looking up things to do in LA.

Just like in Fandom, the door to her room was open.

[Insert usual disclaimer about occasional SP due to RL here.]

Isabel had promised herself that she'd get a small bit of revenge after bouncing for the week. So at some point in the evening, she wandered down to the second floor. If anyone questioned her, she was just taking a break from translating the book on toxins.

Outside room 228, she stopped and bent down to tie her shoe. Anyone watching would have seen her pull herself to her feet by resting her hand on the doorknob of the room.

Her shoe tied, she continued down the hallway and then made her way back to 406.

If anyone happened to inspect the doorknob, they'd see that there was no longer a keyhole in the handle. Oops... I wonder how that happened?

[It's fine to say she was wandering the halls late at night. But the alien mojo? So NFB!]