"So, I guess I'll give you both the room." said the manager, taking the plaque from the desk and approaching the door.

"W-what is this? What do they want?" asked Mike, Miss Collier half-shrugging in response.

"Good luck." she said, "Really. There's a lock on the door."

Then she left them. They stared at each other dumbfounded. The screen called their attention again as the little unoccupied space on screen was filled with a timer. It was counting down from twenty-five minutes, the seconds whittling quickly away under the video. Suddenly all the sadness that had been welling up in Alina was superseded by fear. That combination of names and...