NOTE
JACK LOOKED AT PENELOPE. CONFUSED. Was that all? He flipped the paper over but there was nothing behind it. Then he flipped the paper back over but nicked a fine crease at the edge which read, "Presidential Suite. 8th Floor."
Was this a note for her? Jack thought. Or for me? He crinkled the note and pulled his hand out of the mesh and stuffed the note in his pocket. At least he knew where to go next.
Suddenly he heard a motion like footsteps from outside Penelope's room and quickly stepped back. Her door swung open and the lights turned on and three people entered. Jack ducked and shifted to the corner of the window away from Penelope. He threw an eye over the windowpane, safe behind an empty black flower vase. And low and behold he saw someone charge in whom he thought he'd never see again. Leading the nurse and the security guard, was none other than his co-worker. Pat.
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