Henry tenses, taking a step back from the voice. Even several feet away, he can smell something like rust on the man’s breath.  “How do you...” He clears his throat, wipes sweaty hands on his jeans. “I’m sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?”  He's beginning to regret the decision to confront the stranger, but this was the third time he’d noticed him lagging behind him like a shadow in the station.

"Please be patient, sir. I’ve got the keys.” Henry couldn’t believe the situations people at this hotel managed to get him in, and now he was stuck in a room with an angry guest. He brushed past, keys in hand, only to realize there was nothing on this handle to unlock.  “What the hell...” Another tug at the doorknob confirmed it was stuck. “Damn. Did you see who closed it?”