Suddenly, a gust of air rushed into the hotel room, whipping through the space like a mini whirlwind.

The windows had been flung open, and a bright light poured in, illuminating Emily's face. She rolled on the bed, grunting softly, her eyes still closed.

"Who opened the window?" she mumbled, her voice groggy and disoriented. But there was no reply.

Emily's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up in a rush, her head spinning. She looked around the room, trying to shake off the haze ...