"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," Desmond laughed. He leaned back on the seat, his feet on the ground holding up the bike. The hotel they were at was indeed old. (He wondered for a moment if Shaun enjoyed that about it, considering his knack for history.) It was bordering on creepy, but the front looked groomed enough to be comfortable. The place as a whole was almost unnoticeable; it blended right in with the neighboring buildings. He probably wouldn't think about the building twice had he passed by on any other day.

"You better get some rest."