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Anna tries to calm Nan, says she's safe at least for the moment. She says she's going to take her to her safehouse on the second floor. Nan staggers up, struggling for questions. She wants to know exactly what's going on. Actually, Anna interrupts, she was hoping Nan would tell her.

Nan dives headlong into the elevator, and the doors quickly shut behind her. The stranger offers her a hand, helping her up. She says it's very nice to meet Nan, and introduces herself as Anna. She asks with a joking smile if those dark, half-melted fellows running around are friends of hers.

Nan hurries after the shambling figure ahead, but glancing into the elevator... Someone's calling to Nan! The voice says they thought they missed their chance, and to hurry up and get in the elevator, quick!

Nan throws the axe at the figure in a last-ditch attempt to slow it down, but the gesture is hardly effective. Given the thing's reaction to fire, Nan puts aside any thought of fighting it and bursts from the room, re-entering the HOTEL LOBBY. Black smoke pours from the doors. Up ahead, she...

Nan grabs the axe and glances towards the figure, who has already recovered and is slowly approaching her again. It's also on fire.

The next few seconds are a frantic, jumbled blur. The figure swings, and Nan ducks narrowly. The fire poker splinters through the door and gets stuck, giving Nan an opening. She charges into the preoccupied figure and with a desperate headbutt sends it staggering back. It doesn't seem...

Nan spins around, avoiding a swift raking claw from the horrible figure. But when she makes to wrench the axe away, the figure responds in kind and with surprising strength sends it clattering across the floor. Apparently, it brought a weapon of its own.

The door is slammed shut on Nan's face just as she realizes her situation. She wheels around, axe readied, but whoever -- or whatever -- stands behind her grabs the handle firmly. It stands before her, so close she can feel its ragged, uneven breath. But in the dense smoke, it's hard to make...

So this is how Nan ended up staring at a copy of herself. She might wanna check behind herself then.

Nan opens the doors.

Nan wraps a cloth napkin over her mouth to filter the smoke and keeps low, and lacking the room to swing instead pries the old, damaged board off the door. Success! The barricade is broken!

Nan turns her attention back to the door, but she can barely see -- let alone breathe -- with all the smoke in the air! She manages to get only one board off before another coughing fit seizes her. She may not have the strength to get out at this rate!

Startled, Nan lashes out with the axe, hacking the blade into the blackened hand grasping the extinguisher. She severs two fingers, but also ruptures the extinguisher, and the force of the sudden decompression expels massive amounts of the smothering contents and knocks Nan backwards. She...

Nan grabs the fire extinguisher, but she can't quite pull it free! It must be tethered!

This appears to be some sort of lounge, judging by the stacked chairs and tables, as well as the glasses and drinks by the bar, and the thick cloth napkins on the countertop. The smoke is getting thicker and Nan coughs as she shoves aside the broken chair from the double doors. Nan can't use...

The light returns in an instant, a harsh, dusky orange glare, and Nan suddenly finds herself someplace new. A fire is roaring in the corner, burning up spilled alcohol and wooden chairs piled there. The blaze is spreading, and filling the air with thick black smoke!

The shadow grows dense, and the lights go out.

Nan feels she's in a haze. The lights begin to dim unevenly, as though something were moving across it.

) Nan calls out for Pablo, but there is no answer. Her voice echoes around her. Something begins to gleam before her in the darkness.

And then, there is only darkness. And silence.