We entered the room. It was all wrong. There were five walls, yet the brochure had said it would just be four. And the roof. Something was definitely wrong with it. It was all curved. Like some kind of curve. Horrible.

My friend did not dare enter. He stood just outside the door, shaking and speaking jibberish. I let him be for now. I did not want to endanger him. And the room was clearly dangerous. Someone had left a vase of flowers on the table. Obviously the work of some sick mind. I jumped at it and managed to kill it, barely escaping with my life intact.

It's safe now! I shouted to my friend. He stopped shaking and looked at me. It was a weird look. I became suspicous. Maybe someone had replaced my friend with a robot, when I wasn't looking? But before I could shut the door, he rolled in. He stood up, and said Right! It did not seem as odd. Maybe he was being reprogrammed? I backed away and hid in the bedroom.

The bedroom was a relief. It only had four walls. But five chairs. Most odd. How many chairs do you need in a hotel bedroom? None at all, I had believed. But now my belief was shaken. It was not what I had wanted. The tiny thread left held for now, but for how long, I wondered. Till tomorrow? Who could tell.

My robot friend had not followed me. I put myself flat against the wall, and turned my head around so that I could look conspicuously out through the bedroom door. He was gone. Or was he hiding? I sat down on the floor and thought about it. Then I crawled slowly through the door. He was nowhere to be seen. I let my gaze travel the room, but it saw no robots at all. Only scary stuff like paintings and windows.

Then I heard the noise. It came from the bathroom. This place has got a bathroom? was my first impulse. And clearly it had. It was not obvious at first, but there it was. The door was locked. Could that be where the robot was hiding? Should I stay quiet? Or should I confront it? I knocked. My friend's voice answered Hey, man, take it easy. I won't be long. Not at all robotish. My confusion grew. I turned around. There were pink curtains. Just plain sick.

I went over to the couch. It looked OK. I prod it, but it made no move to eat me. I sat down. It had an oddly red and brown colour. I was still, as to trick it. And it did not respond. Victoriously, I pulled my feet up from the hidious floor, and lay down. There was a TV just across the table. It was not on. This was wrong. But how could this state be changed? I saw no remote. Was there no remote? Had it not been invented yet, or had it just fallen between cushions on the couch? What year was this, anyway? There were so many questions that I could not answer.

I ignored the TV. The robot was still gone. There did not seem to be any overwhelming threat at the moment. Maybe I could sleep some. Now when things were calm. Later the terror might turn up again. Yes, I thought I should sleep some. I did.