Erstwhile

TV Static. Oak, dark; snow, white. A modest hotel in a modest hamlet in a modest province of a massive country. Let's say Germany, although it doesn't quite matter. You'd move around a lot, after all. Dust races up the hallway, coalescing in some inaccessible inwards dark each time the glass door opens itself. Eight eyes wander aimlessly, the ninth and tenth locked in some or other discussion with…