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Time moves on at an excruciatingly slow pace. Mandy can almost feel every passing second's tug at her, urging her to do something but what is there to do? At that, the day has also got away from her. Painfully slow moving yet almost gone away too, life playing an irritating game, and this is how life can sometimes be; thankfully the opposite can also be true.
Mandy is alone in room 211 and has been waiting, hoping to receive some sort of contact from anyone of relevance. The room still has this night and two more nights paid for so still with half a hope that something or someone might come to her, Mandy stays within the room for the night to come and before this day comes to a complete end, she attempts to make contact with either of the two group mobile phones via her own phone. This only brings further dismay for one of the group phones in here in room 211 and only rings out; the other phone apparently is switched off.
When sleep finally came, it lasted right through until morning. Mandy woke with both calm and disappointment in abundance. The calm coming from not seeing anyone else within the room either being unconscious or wakened, if anyone had returned then an unconscious state would trigger a hope that sleep may have them that way rather than some kind of collapse, and the disappointment has come for the same reason, no one else had returned to the room while she herself was sleeping.
Slowly, she gathers herself and her thoughts. She must do something, no point hanging around here in the room until its paid time times itself out, for if the seventh paid night were to pass, she would have herself a what then moment. Once she is ready to leave room 211, Mandy begins to make her way to the one place she can think of making her way to and that is to the hospital for surely Maggie and William were taken there once they were picked up from each having individually passed out.
From the moment she leaves the hotel room to the moment she leaves the hotel itself, Mandy hopes, prays, that something good will come her way, she knows having hope is futile and this proves to be true. On the way out of the hotel, the only one who is in any way recognizable to Mandy is a lady working at the reception desk. Mandy has yet to speak to that lady but knows enough that the lady at reception is someone who goes by the name Siobhan.
From feeling hopeless and helpless it only gets worse. At the hospital Mandy makes inquiries, she doesn't have full names and she can feel somewhat sure that the names she does have may not be actual names of those she is inquiring about. She is told that there is no one matching her inquiries currently staying at the hospital.
This is a disaster, what now? She thinks about making inquiries as to if Henry, Archer, Bonnie, and Sue could possibly be here or as to if anyone matching their descriptions are here, but she thinks better of doing this. However, a television powered on over by a near-by waiting area grabs her attention to the point she moves right up to it to take in the extent of a news report in progress. The report tells of an incident which has occurred at the local police precinct.
Twin brothers held in custody over an alleged bank robbery collapsed during questioning. Police are taking heat with inquiries heading their way as to if they had anything to do with causing the collapse of both twins. On the off chance that the twins may be at the hospital, Mandy makes another inquiry and is told that there are no twins currently being seen or treated at the hospital.
What now indeed. Take a seat in the waiting area, that's what. Is this the end of things? Will Mandy not get the answers she hoped to get? Will she not be able to see this through whatever this is? Sander, she hardly knew the guy, hell, he didn't know himself but with no answers then his death is for nothing, he will just be nothing. If she had answers, then that at least would be something. At that, however, Sander's remains have gone missing, so someone somewhere knows something.
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ROOM 211
Mystery / ThrillerNaNoWriMo story for 2018 What if you wake somewhere odd with absolutely no memory of who you are or how you got to where you are? And what if you come into contact with eight others in the same boat as you? This is ROOM 221. Cover by @KatrinHollister