I didn't make it far, stumbling on Bill who lurked, as I'd expected he would, near the elevators when I emerged downstairs. At least he didn't follow me all the way up, but the relief on his face when I stepped out into the noisy lobby made me smile.
I hooked my arm through his as I guided him down the hall toward the staff quarters. "I'm fine, see?"
"Good to know," he said. "Any luck?"
"Not sure." I stopped him beside the exit sign over the doors I'd been pushed through on Valentine's Day, staring at them and trying not to remember the bitter cold and my near death from exposure. "But I could use some insight."
"Anything." He glanced at the doors himself. "Let me guess, you're wondering about ways into and out of the dining room?"
Clever man. "So there's the main ones into the lobby," obviously, "and the side door that leads to this hallway," I pivoted and pointed at the one beside us. "Any others?"