After the near-encounter with a few bodyguards, Tim and Lucy/Sasha and Michael leave, heading back to the hotel. After a few minutes through dodgy alleys they get into the hotel lobby.

S: So do we have our suite?

D: Yeah.

S: Good.

She and Tim walk over to the elevator after grabbing their keys from the front desk. The door shut and they turn to each other

T: Sasha's a little gold digger.

L: Yeah well luckily she married rich guy Michael.

T: Do you really think it's a good idea to stay at the hotel? Ray would know our location and probably our exact room number.

L: I get it but it's better to do whatever they say and not raise too much suspicion. All Sasha and Michael should be caring about is money and comfort.

T: Good point.

The elevator stops and the two get out and go into their rooms.

L: Oh wow this is actually really nice.

T: Yeah Sasha really does know how to get her way.

L: You're welcome.

She lays down on the bed.

L: Finally some sleep.

T: You slept so much on the plane.

L: Well I'm still tired.

T: I'm going to go shower.

L: K.

He goes into the bathroom and Lucy hears the water turn on.

After a minute or two Tim's heard some odd bangs and crashes, follow by a muffled sound, then silence.

He quickly stops the water and wraps a towel around his waist and opens the bathroom door slightly.

T: Lucy you ok? What was that.

When he hears no response he starts to grow worried.

T: Lucy you asleep?

He glances over and sees an empty bed, the sheets messed up a bit as if someone was in there.

On the window frame, below an open window (which he was sure was closed before) was a small trail of fresh blood.

T: LUCY?