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Simon Quispe: Room 8

Room no 8 looks like a poor relation of room 6. Smaller and less well furnished, most of the floor space seems to be filled with cardboard boxes. The bed, however, looks okay...

Simon Quispe

"Well, I'm clearly not the hot shot lead actor of the team..."

Simon checks out the content of the cardboard boxes.

The box contents seem to be little more than a diverse collection of bits, the sort of things someone might need but not know it. After a few minutes digging amongst the contents you have found nothing of any practical use. In an old battered suitcase you find several changes of clothing, mostly jeans and T-shirts, one of which is like those featured in the pictures on Lyn Cartwright’s laptop, black with the ‘TSF’ logo.

Exhausted you throw yourself on the bed, which feels surprisingly comfortable, as your eyes grow heavy and begin to close;

you see a vision of a house outside of which you see your companions standing at the open front door. Tod Guzman, camera in hand, turns towards you,
“Well don’t just stand there like a fool. Go fetch the case and bring the thermos”.

When your eyes open again it is morning your wristwatch has 07:13 am...

OOC:   When ready please move to 3. Now where were we?