"That's the big one," he agrees, just as wry. "It'll come back over time." John can't really sell that as a good thing; there's a shadow to his face when he says it, a bitter tension to the set of his jaw. "Whoever runs this place decided to drip-feed us information, apparently. The why is still our great unsolved mystery. And the how."

He glances at room numbers as they go, but if anything, the Staywell has become less comprehensible since the change. John hitches his shoulders in a shrug.

"In the meantime, they keep us busy. Curses, monsters, the occasional pool party."