Sam got off the plane in Australia and looked around. He read a newspaper article that a few people had been killed here and Sam thought it might be a Wendigo case. He caught a taxi to the town he was suppose to be in for his case and smiled. It was nice, not too bad, but he couldn’t see any hotel rooms close by. He frowned and noticed a guy looking through a window of one of the shops. “Excuse me, would you happen to know where theres a hotel I could stay at? I’m not local and I don’t know how long I’ll be here.” He explained, biting his lower lip in hopes of finding a place he could stay.