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A few of them had been hanging around the corridor the day that rum guy arrived; so named for histendency to spend most of his time consuming the rum they stole from the eight floor, though to hiscredit he often joined in the raids.He had entered the corridor, hesitated, and then taken cautious steps forward to greet them with adazed "hi" that did not hint so much at the usual trauma newcomers experienced, but at him having hismind somewhere else, distracted."How many of you are there?" was the next thing he said, and while the question itself was not unusual,Conor didn't like the way his eyes seemed to look right through him."I don't know. About twenty."The answer acknowledged with a nod, the newcomer left them and went opening doors, looking in tosee who was in each room as he made a mental list in his head.He reached a door that wouldn't budge. "Who's in there?" he asked, pointing."Julian," Scott said. "He locked himself in because he was sick of people asking him for help."A faint smile.The common room door flew open and Jack came out, heading for the stairwell door."Where're you going?" Conor asked."Down. They're planning to go through the floor and climb along the underside. They think there mightbe generators there holding this place up. I might be away for a while." Jack pulled open the stairwelldoor and disappeared through it. "Hey-" he said, noting the newcomer gazing curiously at the bolteddoor, "don't go in there. It's dangerous."With that, Jack left."What's in there?""A serial killer and a potentially dangerous guy," Conor replied. "The first one killed two of us, so welocked him in there-"New guy had paled. "Who was killed?" he interrupted quietly."No one you know," Jjaks said. "Just a British kid and a dude named Eddie.""Which-" A pause. "Where."Jjaks pointed at the scene of the crime. "In there."New guy walked slowly to it and opened the door. The bodies had since been taken away by KenseltonHotel's resident morticiary group, Soylent Green, but a large streak of blood covered half of one wall,more splatters of dried blood on the carpet.He stood there, gazing into the room, until the others wondered what he was doing and went up to see.He wasn't doing anything much, just standing there."What's your name?"