Whoever said time travel was easy obviously never did it before.
The countless equations and circumstances you have to add up are so complicated one mind couldn't possibly fathom it. Not to mention the amount of power you need and figuring out where...
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The dysfunctional family made their way to a hotel that Klaus liked and usually the family wouldn't follow his ideas but they weee too tired to argue. The family squeezed through the door and Klaus smiled looking inside. Cora looked around and honestly Klaus could have picked some where worse.
"Oh, Hotel Obsidian. I missed you, you slutty old dame. Absorb her. Absorb her into your bosom. You know, 'cause back in her heyday, she played host to world leaders. Roosevelt, Gandhi, Stalin, Gorbachev, Castro, King Olaf of Norway, one of the Kim Jongs, Tito, Dalai Lama, Elvis, and not one but two Kardashians, allegedly."
Allison began to walk away making Cora grab her arm.
"Where you going?"
"I gotta make a call." She said and Cora nodded letting her go.
"Nowadays, she's just a flophouse, a party house for those of us not looking to be judged by society's rules and norms."
"You mean, a place to hide?" Josie summed up.
"Exactly! It's perfect! And the best part of it is, she's gonna look after us, no questions asked."
"I may have questions."
"Yeah, me too. This place is weird."
Klaus looked at the front desk and his smile grew seeing an old man standing behind the desk.
"Chet! Mon frère! It's so great to see you. I'd like my usual suite, por favor."
