Once she was able to find the cat food and had made sure the tabby had plenty to eat and drink, she stumbled back towards her bags at the front door, ...ade sure everything was locked tightly, and walked wearily towards her old bedroom. She took a bare minute to register just how little had changed before she kicked off her shoes, pulled back the covers on her old bed, and slid down to the mattress. Less than a minute later, she was asleep. The tabby joined her once the woman’s breathing slowed.. I don't need touse the micro-scanner or the computer very often, and we willeventually run out of gas. I guess we can start on that tomorrow,"said Pat with a sigh.They cleaned up the last of the dinner and put the metal dishes intothe "automatic dishwasher," a small kettle that kept boiling fed by aconstant stream of new water from the aqueduct. In the morning, allthe dishes would be sterilized and the water would be ready for acoffee like brew that Pat made with crushed leaves and bark of. She was also very clearly uneducated, and a bit lost in such sumptuous surroundings as the Savoy dining room. She compensated for this by chattering very loudly about her daily life as a worker in the Ford factory on London's eastern edge.Eventually the General lost his patience with her, and said in an ominously quiet voice, "Polly, please be silent for a few minutes."The girl stared at him, but wisely did not reply.Sadly for her, within two or three minutes she was again chattering away. She nodded, so we headed back downstairs to the front office.“Using their cameras and tracking of guests to rooms, search through to find families squeezed into as few hotel rooms and suites as possible. I want to start with those that showed they could use a bit more space,” I told Elena.She knew what I wanted to do. After twenty minutes, she had a plan printed out. Ten minutes later, we had the card keys programmed for each room change we had worked out.Our first group of guests was here for.