Dr. Swift flips on the light of Room #113 in the Seven Stars Motel. With Roxie's word it had been a simple matter to get the front desk guy to hand over the key for the evening. Part of him was still sullen from the earlier - it had been a long night already. Alright. That's enough sulking. Pull yourself together. There's work to do.
Swift enters the room and glances around. Cozy. Dr. Swift moves across the room and grabs an armchair. He sits down next to a small round table and gestures to those with him as they arrive. "Go ahead and find a place to be comfortable. We'll give a few minutes to see who shows up. Anyone that comes later will be welcome, of course."