"What's your name again?" the receptionist asked Jon.
"Jon Gibson," he replied. This place was like a hotel resort. He'd walked past a swimming pool and a tennis court on his way into the main building, which had been expensively furnished. The female receptionist had called to him the second he entered the door.
"Ah yes," she said. "You're our little contest winner. The one-week option, absolutely gratis. Your room is 423. Breakfast is served between 9 and 12. Would you like a wake up call?"
"No thanks," Jon shook his head. "What this option that I'm on?"
"Oh well we have a great variety of one-week options available," she smiled, "not as complete as the two-weekers, but you still get all the essentials covered. If you like, I can call Dr Pott and see if she can fit you in right away?"
"Um, sure," Jon replied, none the wiser. Hopefully this doctor can explain to him what's going on.
