[Henry Creel is very, very good at keeping politeness hewn onto his face, but when he is presented with the apparent “only” option of car left, something strains in his smile.]

It’s hideous.

[One might assume there are not-so-great association with an old-timey car like this one, but he’s left with little choice. It would be a bad idea, perhaps, to not accept a mode of transportation when he has nothing else to his name. And ultimately, Henry takes it off the “lot”, so to speak.

Driving is not exactly something he has experience in. So, sometime down that long stretch of road, you might come across a teal car driving achingly slow. Perilously slow. Geriatrically slow.

Dare you honk your horn at him? Or maybe you can get him to pull over and see if he needs any help…]

[He’s unfortunately already in the hallway when the lights in the motel go out, throwing everything into the darkness. It surprises him, of course, but only briefly… and certainly not enough to pull him away from the vending machine in front of him.

Well, then.

A loud, sudden shatter of glass. It may be impossible to perceive—unless you’ve some way to see in the darkness, of course!—but the vending machine’s front is obliterated, glass crumbled to the floor, just a mess at his feet. How’d this happen? Don’t worry about it.

Henry reaches forward, blindly groping for whatever free snacks are now at his disposal. Is this thievery? Yeah, what of it.

He can sense the mind of someone nearby. Their presence, brushing up against his thoughts.]

If you don’t tell, I won’t. I’ll even share.

[It’s hard to imagine Henry ended up here via an act of selflessness, but selfishness isn’t out of the question. Regardless of the reasoning, he’s now sealed in as the water around them begins to rise, and the amiable mask slips — it’s all scowling and impatience from this man now, cutting his glance to the other poor fool stuck in the same situation.]

Someone must have written the password down somewhere.

[With his telekinesis, an entire metal desk floats up and flings itself at the door. It crashes angrily then falls back down with a splash. More helpfully: the movement has dislodged a handful of notepads and binders from its drawers, which now float freely on the water's surface. For now, anyway.]

Don’t just stand there. Look for it.

[this bad boy can fit so many prompts in it]