They both step onto the porch of the cabin, Dave looks around, but Robbin does not, she's only focused on getting in and throwing herself onto the bed. Dave's wondering eyes end up on a dead rat, the stench reaches them but Robbin doesn't notice or she doesn't seem to be bothered or care, maybe she doesn't want to say anything since her husband planned everything for a perfect vacation. “This is pretty” Dave states, moving forward hesitantly. He wants this vacation to go perfectly for his wife who endured a horrible accident he thinks. They approach the door, knock knock, door creeks open, an old man hides in the corner of the paddle-locked door, “name” the old man states with tiredness to his voice. “Oh! Uh, Dave, Dave Rodriguez” he smiles. Old man “Oh yes I remember reservations for a week, right? The old man arches his eyebrow with confusion, he moves his hands welcoming them inside, The house looks shabby, old but damp. They enter their room and she plops onto the bed.