Emma’s first night in the hotel she woke up in a sweat. She checked the thermostat, dialed it all the way to cold, and checked the vent. Warm air verging on hot. She called the front desk and reported the problem.

“No worries,” the desk clerk told her. “I’ll call Hank at Off the Fritz and he’ll get it straightened out snap snap.”

“Snap snap,” Emma said, in place of thanks, or perhaps goodbye, she supposed.

True to the desk clerk’s word, Hank showed up minutes later. “Might take a while,” he said. “I think it’s a busted seal.”

“What happened to snap snap?” Emma asked, keeping her tone light.