The room was huge. It had a texas king sized bed with beautiful blue floral sheets. A clear door on the outer wall led to a balcony that looked over the street below. There was also a comfy looking chair in one corner and a door that led to a bathroom in another. Holy shit Carlos gawked as he set his unconscious brother on the bed. So why here of all places Josefina asked the shadow figure who stood next to her. He pointed to his eyes and made a couple hand gestures. Here try this Josefina said pulling a notepad and pen out of her bag. She handed them to him and he took them carefully. He immediately began scribbling down furiously. She waited patiently though curious. He finally handed the notepad back. It read in barely legible very misspelled handwriting 'thee host iz blind. Most pepole woodnt wiligly let a shado creechur intu thare estableshmint.' Josefina nearly choked when she saw the note. Are you illiterate she asked trying to hold back a laugh. The shadow figure nodded sheepishly. Whatever It's fine Josefina shook her head, what's your name anyway.