Magic and Mischief at the Wayside Hotel

The tips of Pax’s fingers had tingled with the urge to pull out his sword and pin the pasty-faced man to the wall of the elevator.

What stopped him wasn’t fear of retribution for breaking the no-kill oath. It was a disinclination to clean something like that up since, after two hundred years’ service, the hotel’s housekeeping staff had quit the day after Denis checked in.

Pax knew the Waysides never did anything by accident. Number Five stranded itself on this particular world for a reason. Rebooting meant starting fresh. What could that mean other than allowing a human inside Number Five’s walls?

A new resident. A fresh start.