So a very nice young woman escorts Ghastly to the Hotel, which is-- well. It's the Midnight Hotel. Ghastly stands outside it for several minutes. It's obvious that the architecture doesn't fit with what's around it: there's no way this is a building constructed here which coincidentally resembles the Midnight Hotel he knows so well.

But its proprietor...

Ghastly's hand comes up, almost against his will, to touch the scar at his throat that he really could come to hate. Maybe, if he's here, then there's a chance.

His shoulders are a little hunched. Consciously, he drops them, and drops his hand, and he opens the door and heads into the Hotel, hoping. Looking for a familiar tall shape, and not knowing if he'll find it.