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     "NOT THE hotel." Definitely not a question, rather an amused statement. A mere repetition of what’s been told to her seconds prior, echoing with the hundreds of thousands of voices that now make her own. While watching the pristine door before her (and you’d argue; there’s never been a door there; there can’t be a door there because there’s no room or corridor it can possibly lead to on the other side; and it’s going to put an itch in your brain you can never scratch out) - while watching she folds her arms on her chest, playful defiance oozing from her. Her smile, animated by the same emotion, may even look pretty in a madwoman’s eyes.