A couple of days passed before the Doctor saw them, what he believed would be the perfect choice.
He watched as Mitchell and Lorraine Pettis walked into the lobby of Moriarty Arms. They appeared to be bickering. Judging by their age he made an educated guess that this was maybe normal and it was something he might be able to use to his advantage. He focused his lobby cameras and mics on the pair and watched.
“…and if you had just stopped and asked for directions as I had asked you to do earlier, Mitchell, we would have been here two hours ago.” Lorraine berated.
“And if you would get off my back once and a while I might be able to think. I swear you act like you are on a 24/7/365 PMS nag,” Mitchell shot back. “I friggin’ got us here didn’t I?”
Lorraine huffed and smarted off, “I supposed I shouldn’t complain and be happy that at least we’re not still lost.”
“God damn woman,” Mitchell muttered his breath as he walked up to the registration desk. Both too busy arguing with each other that they failed to notice anything or anybody else in the lobby.
“Good afternoon. Welcome to Moriarty Arms. My name is Heidi. How might I assist you?” asked the clerk behind the counter.
She was one of the few staff members that Dr Moriarty had not changed physically, only mentally to always accept anything she saw in the completion of her job. It had been a wise choice to do so the Doctor recalled as he continued to watch. It wouldn’t have helped business very well if new guests came in and found everyone changed up right off the bat. He went back to watching.
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