Hotel at Innsmouth (3)

O sat down on the bed and stared at the brochure in her hand. She tried to think back, but everything was shadowy and oblique, except the suitcase. The suitcase was just how she remembered it, with the rim, on one side, half out the groove.

In a state of agitation, she got up, went over to her suitcase and opened it up. She rifled through the clothes until she found her wash bag.

Reassured, she went into the bathroom and switched on the light. – There was no bath, just a shower in the corner.

Although she did not feel dirty, she began to peel off her clothes. A shower, she thought, would do her a world of good.