Crash Landing... (lock please)

Aishe made her way back to the hotel with no trouble. She'd always been decent with directions and although Nachton was bigger than anyplace she'd ever been in before, she was already getting her bearings. It helped that she had an interest in remaining here... that only made it easier for her to commit landmarks to memory.

She noted a variety of interesting people on the short walk back, both night folks and day folks. There were the clubbers who still lingered on the streets over one last cigarette before looking for coffee, or bed, or both. There were the go-getters, in their business suits with their briefcases, eager beavers ready to be on the job before their buildings even opened.

She liked this time of day. It was the narrow line between late night and early morning, when both night life and daytime intermingled and meshed. Seeing the city with knowing eyes, she wondered who was who and what double-lives these people were leading, or if they were simply what they looked like.

Aishe had learned a great many things in a small amount of time, though, and one of them was that people were rarely ever what they looked like.

In the very short time she'd been here in Nachton, she was getting a better education than any anthropology class had ever afforded her. It energized her, though, made her eager to continue.

She entered the hotel, went straight to the elevator and pushed the button for her floor, fumbling around in her purse for her room key. By the time she reached her modest suite, she was nearly staggering with exhaustion. Although she was dying to stay awake and keep moving, her body was telling her in no uncertain terms that she was no longer young enough to pull all-nighters.

It was all she could do to kick off her shoes, fall asleep, and hit the pillow... pretty much in that order.