Chapter 1

After a long drive to the city of L.A. Julian, Robin, and Maggie were tired, and tried to find a cheap hotel to stay in for the night. They had all been roommates for awhile, and played in their own little rock band where Robin was the lead singer, and Maggie and him played the instruments.

He had always lusted after the two women, but had managed hide his feelings not wanting to risk their friendship. As the sun set a dark fog crept into the tiny street they drove into all that was about to change.

Up on the right was an old hotel where they were given a good price for a room, since all the others were taken. Heading up stairs they carried their luggage since the place didn't seem to have an elevator.

By the time they reached the top all of them were exhausted, and were ready to take a little nap once they got inside. The gig they were supposed to go to was a couple of nights away, but they wanted to get here early just in case there was a change at the last minute.

The room itself was in surprisingly good condition, considering the rat trap looks of the rest of the hotel as they had noticed on their way up. One would need a white glove to find a bit of dust inside its walls, and the sheets and beds had been recently changed.

Their original plan to just sleep on the floor seemed no longer necessary. Three beds stood waiting inside, and the bathroom itself was had sparkling brass faucets, with a bath/shower that ran clean water.

"This just seems too good to be true." Robin said shocked like everyone else.

Shrugging Maggie said, "Maybe we just got lucky."

Shaking his head Julian said, "No one is this lucky."

The more they searched, the more they found that they couldn't really find anything wrong with the room. Sure there was no satellite or internet connections for their laptops, but none of them had been expecting that in the first place.

Turning on the television as the girls took a shower, and changed in the bathroom Julian took a seat at the edge of the bed flipping through the channels. Rain started pouring outside with the occasional crash of the thunder following a flash of lightning.

Finding this odd not hearing about the storm on the radio, he started checking the news channels on the tube but found nothing mentioning anything about it.

As far as the t.v. weatherman was concerned there was no storm in L.A., in fact it was supposed to be clear skies for the next two days.

Going to the window Julian noticed that the storm seemed only to exist just over the street that they were on.

"What the hell is going on here?" Julian said looking at the clear stars over the rest of the city.

A commercial came on with an attractive buxom blond in a black evening dress slit down the side.