The Curse of the Towne Motel

"Um. Excuse me, ma'am, but who were you talking about just now?"
The woman lowers her eyelids and purses her lips at you.
"As if you didn't know," she mutters. "Come on. We're going to be late."
"Late for what?" you ask, but the woman doesn't hear you as she goes back through the door.
She obviously expects you to follow her, but should you do it? Maybe you can find a phone on your own.