i start in on a slow giggle that builds to an all out laugh . `` maybe make-up , or ... '' her voice trembled as fear splashed across her face . she looked at pete who nodded and took another drag on his own cigarette . at the front desk we were given our plastic cards to the room . she turned around , keeping her back to the window . the hall seemed to spin about her . well , other than club 51 , and that was tame by her standards . '' 