John stared at Carrie, concerned. "Are you okay, honey?" he asked, holding her in his arms.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Carrie replied, "That sure was odd, though, wasn't it?"
"Definitely. I don't know what the hell is going on, but I wonder if we're safe here. The tourism bureau didn't mention any civil unrest here."
"Let's go down to the concierge desk and ask, honey," Carrie suggested, "I'm certain if there's any real trouble spots, they can tell us where to go and where to avoid."
"Good idea," John replied, and they headed downstairs to the lobby to get more information on the situation.