"Maybe the picture does something if we take it there. It's worth a try."

"Thankfully we have the key. And we should try going to the door in that one picture of the prison, later, I don't think I remember it."

"Should we leave the Object photo with Darwin while we go back to the prison? Or did you want to check out Gallup first?"

"Gallup first, I think."

"Alright. Gallup it is. Can we stop by so I can talk to Darwin?"

"Sure."

Back to Jun's.

They talk.

"We'll be back."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Ready."

Uh huh.

Gallup, New Mexico?

They arrive in a diner. 

Some of the patrons at the counter whisper as they catch sight of them. 

A man glares at them over his bacon.

...right. He walks up to the counter. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah? What'll you be having?"

Stiles huffs, but doesn't say anything.

"Actually I'm wondering about, uh, anything strange happening here? Perhaps a motel?"

A young woman at one of the tables snickers.

"Nobody wants to stay here. Everyone wants to leave."

The guy taking their order shugs uncomfortably.

"Why doesn't everyone leave, then? What are you still doing here?"

"It's alright to just go on as we were," mumbles a man hiding under his hat.

"I mean whether there was anything strange happening related to a motel," he clarifies. "I don't mean to stay here."

The man pulls the cap lower.

"We don't know anything about that business."

One of the girls sneers.

"The motel is some kind of portal to Hell. I can give you directions."

"That would be nice. How is it a portal to Hell?"

"There's something wrong with the rooms. Everyone who tries staying there notices. There's like, an energy. Maybe it's asbestos or lead or something, but everyone who goes there can feel it in the air," says He Who Hides Behind His Snapback.

The girl rolls her eyes.

"It's probably all the desert sun and old paint. Or ghosts, oooh, spooky. Sometimes people show up, thinking they've been sent to Hell. They're usually pretty lost, too."

She directs them, with rather unhelpful amounts of vague gesturing, but clear verbal directions, at least.