[At some point, it occurred to Saul that if he's here, other people from home might be here, too.
And all he could think was, Shit. That could include anyone. Someone from the Cartel. A pissed-off client or two. Or ten. Fring. Walter.
So he took to the directory, scrolling through with a shaky hand.
He doesn't know why, but he wasn't expecting to see Pinkman anywhere on the list. He did, though, and now he's standing in the hallway outside of room 409, staring at the numbers like he's not quite sure what they mean. There's some relief in knowing that Jesse's here, but he's also uneasy for reasons he can't explain.
Reasons beyond the whole I've been kidnapped and plopped into an alternate whateverthefuck thing.
After what feels like an hour but is really only more like two minutes, he knocks.]
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And all he could think was, Shit. That could include anyone. Someone from the Cartel. A pissed-off client or two. Or ten. Fring. Walter.
So he took to the directory, scrolling through with a shaky hand.
He doesn't know why, but he wasn't expecting to see Pinkman anywhere on the list. He did, though, and now he's standing in the hallway outside of room 409, staring at the numbers like he's not quite sure what they mean. There's some relief in knowing that Jesse's here, but he's also uneasy for reasons he can't explain.
Reasons beyond the whole I've been kidnapped and plopped into an alternate whateverthefuck thing.
After what feels like an hour but is really only more like two minutes, he knocks.]