Queue

Realizing that we'd only just returned to the Weston again, we point ourselves in the opposite direction of the river and the hotel, thundering off into the night.

 

We find a giant line, stretching around the block, with thunderous music coming from inside.

 

Taylor scans the line, and then thinks that he recognizes someone from his flight over.

 

The conversation gets us ahead of half the line.

Done