She murmurs her thanks as she passes Tom, waiting just inside the room. He closes the door, and nothing seems to indicate they've been seen or they're about to be in any trouble.

The room is just as nice as the corridor that led to it, just as tastefully and indulgently appointed. The same plush carpet, just in a different color, beautiful furniture, and art similar to what was in the hall displayed above the bed and the writing desk.

Rachel perches on a corner of the bed with a small, experimental bounce; even the mattress is good quality. "Not bad at all," she announces, getting to her feet. "I bet the view out the windows is excellent."