European Hotel Confessions- Scene 1 -

(Glances) Ah. The man who requested no wake-up calls and extra pillows to build a fortress. You are back early. I thought you were chasing a ghost in the Third District.

(Shakes rain from his hat) The ghost checked out. 1923. No forwarding address. European Hotel Confessions- Scene 1

(Pulls the crumpled letter from his pocket) I found this. Under the mattress. Not my handwriting. Not my name. But my room. (Glances) Ah

To whom?

I already have a room. 217.

A small, dimly lit hotel lobby in Vienna. Late autumn. Rain streaks the window. An ancient elevator with a folding metal gate stands stage left. A front desk with a brass bell and a leather guest book. European Hotel Confessions- Scene 1