It was a brilliant morning, the sun was shining, Esteban was grooming his chicken; Dudley, and Arwin was oddly admiring a picture of Carry while he was "attempting" to fix my desk bell. I took the elevator and went to the hotel kitchen to get myself a coffee. As the elevator doors opened to the lobby I see not one but two HOOLIGANS RUNNING IN MY LOBBY. But before I go any further if you do not recall who I am, well, let me introduce myself. I am Marian Moseby.