‘With caution, the four young women had silently observed the illuminated hotel signs placed upon the flat roofs along the vague night skylines — even a5 the bus repeatedly spun on disorient - ating, curved tumpikes and flyovers: the Renaisance, the Thistle, Holiday Inn, the Ramada, the Meridian, the Skylane. The Flight Deck Hotel sign had been elevated, just above or even slightly among the rich, ink-black hangings of oak and ash, those very lush English trees with their braiches moving in an obscurely prophetic way, like lmguid windsocks Suspicious Manda, calm Kay, fascinated Kylah and timid Chell sat alongside one mother on the stamchly commandeered back seat ofthe Hotel Hoppa minibus, other passengers seated in, front of them were also looking out, glancing upward at the cixcular, elevated traffic lanes. Among al this gloom, the minibus windows seemed dirty, perhaps even tinted, yet the outside entire — those night airs — was dusted with a particular light above each sodium lamp and just below every car park floodlight, a spectral grittiness haloed vehicle tail lamps on the limited feeder lanes where cars and mysterious white vins appeared with an unbound continuity. ‘Manda called out, ‘Here we are. Look, see...” She arose aif it were an emergency, ducking her now -blonde hair under the skylight in the bus aisle, then she stumbled forward a: ifshe alone would miss the stop, clutching out onto aseat back with fragile acrylic nails, Inuckles ridged with her golden multi-ring: Stooping even fimther, Manda peered out and up ffom the side windows. Eye-aching blue roof neon rose above them a: they came closer. FLIGHT DECK HOTEL