Mr. Bates leads the Legate of Mists(and those that choose to follow him) to the lobby elevator, and thence to the thirteenth floor. Mortal guests of the hotel would never notice that the Four Seasons even has a floor between the twelfth and the fourteenth. Not that unusual really, when you consider that most hotels don't. It had been one of HAL's ideas to make such a common superstition work to their advantage. If Mr. Bates happens to be reflecting upon this fact, he doesn't show it. After a short walk down the hallway, the Autumn Wizened stops before an unremarkable door. However, he pauses just before knocking.
"Mr. Pereg? I should inform you that I felt it prudent to have someone of formidable knowledge and strength to watch over Mr. Tickle until such time as you could interrogate him."
The hotel manager looks rather uneasy as he knocks on the door.
"Miss Jasons? It's Mr. Bates. I've brought Mr. Pereg."
Rick recognizes the muffled voice from the other side of the door. It reminds him of pungent herbs and broken teeth.
"You may come in."