"Room 48." I mumbled, blowing nerves away. I was here and there was no turning back. Uncle Pete and Jared had no idea where I was going. I'd lied about picking some things for Zion from the store.

This should be over in no time. I raised a fist and rapped gently but firmly on the door.

"Who's that?"

Two of the cops had followed me upstairs but were hiding from view.

That sounded like the President's voice.

I knocked again, cleared my tone in a bit to disguise it and said. "Room ...