Recent events led us to believe, quite accurately, that the scene playing out before our eyes had something to do with our little adventure. We prayed that it was a fire, or a bomb threat, or a roving band of gypsies that had kidnapped those screaming and hollering children who kept running around the pool. As usual, we were not so lucky."We have two choices," Justin said as we stood outside staring at the entrance to the hotel."Damn, only two?" I moaned."Well, two legitimate ones, anyway. The one where we sneak into the ambulance and steal the morphine probably wouldn't be in our best interest right now," he said."Ah, no, probably not. So what are the other two choices?""We can creep around the back, go to our rooms, get our luggage, and leave, washing our hands of the whole mess. Maybe buy your mother a nice urn when we get home. But definitely we avoid whatever chaos this clearly is." "Or choice number two?""Or two, we do the adult thing and march ourselves into that lobby and face the turmoil head on.""You're joking, right?" I asked, seeing as we never, ever chose the adult thing."Just giving you the options here, Em."But before we could even find the back entrance, two gurneys were wheeled out of the front one, and whoever was on each of them was most certainly dead, or had a problem with the sun.
