Kaede rescues Stiles
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"Is it only black guys who die first? This isn't a movie, if any monsters show up, I'll shoot them."

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They go to the Room, and he targets the outside of the house, so they'd be opening the door to exit it rather than enter it.

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This brilliant decision is not appreciated by the man who doesn't have to deal with a sudden shock, but he would thank them if he knew. 

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"We should ask him about Strizke, I mean, why leave your stuff to your weird nephew? Obviously something went wrong. I bet he murdered her. We should ask about his wife. Did she love him? I feel like she didn't. We should ask about Ms. Kreutzfeld, has he been following Object news?"

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He laughs and kisses Stiles again then knocks.

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No immediate answer.

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He can wait.

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They eventually hear footsteps. The floorboards creak, and creak, and there he is.

The former janitor of the Sunshine Motel.

An older black man with greying hair and a despondent expression greets them.

"Hello?"

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"Hello," he greets. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you. Is this a bad time?"

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"...no, now is fine." 

He shuffles inside, leaving the door open.

The house is as homey as a cabin in the middle of the woods can be. If the cabin was home to a grieving man who forgets to use the fireplace.

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They walk in. "I'm Kaede. These are Stiles and Braeden. It's a pleasure to meet you."

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"Yes, yes. A pleasure. What can I do for you children?"

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"Were you a janitor? You look like a janitor."

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He pats Stiles' knee and shoots him a "let me do the talking" look before turning back to the janitor. "What my friend means is that we're curious about certain events surrounding your motel."

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He eyes Stiles with suspicion, but nods.

"Do you want something to eat? I should give you something..."

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"We don't need anything." 

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"I just had lunch but I'd accept some coffee."

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"Of course."

He starts a pot. 

"What do you folks want to know?"

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"I think the best way to put it is 'more.' You... were there when it happened, weren't you? When Room Ten stopped existing?"

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"...I don't know what you've been hearing, son, but you must have me confused with someone else."

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"We just want to know what happened to her."

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"—not just. Ideally we'd—get her out."

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He stares into his cup.

"She's dead, son. There's nowhere to get her out from."

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He looks at the man. "Didn't you hear? The universe broke down a while ago. The rules don't apply anymore. If she got there, she can get out of there."

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"...you found something?"

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