For a while, Hal had been afraid he would be sleeping in the hotel lobby, but the storm kept things at status quo, so he was able to book his room for...one more night."Whad'd ya say your name was?" he asked the person next to him.The bartender brought two whiskies and set them down in front of them. He took a few bills out of the pile of money Hal placed on the bar."I didn't," the woman replied and took a sip of the whiskey."This is the second drink I bought ya. At least, I deserve a name.". The apparition vanished, leaving Coach Erickson and her gentle, concerned face. She closed her right eye instead. Coach Erickson was blotted out and the creature was staring at her once more. She opened both eyes. They overlaid each other almost precisely, moving in perfect unison as they said, ‘Jo?’ ‘What are you?’ she murmured, as much to herself as Coach Erickson. She reached up, brushing at the tip of those impossibly long ears, unable to believe the evidence of her own eyes. ‘What are. I fought down nausea as I worked, grateful there was nothing left for my stomach to heave. I wasn't sure what I thought they'd do to Micheal and Jim when they caught them, or maybe I hadn't bothered to think at all. I guess I knew they'd give them a beating. I dabbed Jim with more clean water. Yet some of the things Dean had done just wasn't sitting right with me. I was also more worried about what I didn't know. What more had happened that Dean refused to talk about? It showed me how little I. I think I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I just...” She let out a sigh. “Am I a prisoner here?”“More like a guest. If you were a prisoner, you’d be in chains. But do keep in mind that the nature of your status can change in an instant.” Ratu smirked, then held out a hand. “Are you hungry?”She nodded, and let the woman help her up. They walked together to another room where some food had been set at a small dining table. Ratu asked her a series of questions, most of which she had no answer.