The Hotel's Apocalypse

Nick pocketed the gold cap and slapped his gloved hands together. No point putting this off any longer. The already distorted shape of the lobby lurched inward as nick stretched cosmic muscles he'd left dormant for the better part of a century. Condensation frosted around dust particles forming tiny lattice works of ice crystals me sideways. Powdery ice gusted behind him, rushing to fill the hole he left. In reality, the hilbert estories tesselated carpet undulated beneath him as he whipped down hallway after hallway. He couldn't see through walls precisely, but the after images of the millions upon millions of suites reformed themselves into a dizzying god's eye view of the