"Nearest hotel? Sure, just hold on a moment, I'll look it up on my... Oh. Wait, never mind. Can't help you there, sorry," a young woman responds, looking quite downcast.
"Did something happen to your phone?" you ask.
"Yeah, actually. I lent it to this nice couple on holiday, and while the girl was using the phone, the guy was pacing. Suddenly, he tripped, and knocked her over. My phone flew out of her hand, and a man in a wheelchair ran over it. They repaid me double what the phone was worth, though, and apologized profusely. Well, at least he did. The girl just looked angry and confused."
Bingo, you think to yourself.
"Can you describe what they looked like?" you ask her.
She shrugs, and tells you, "I wasn't really paying attention. I think the girl had brown hair, though. She was shorter than her boyfriend, too."
"Did they maybe mention where they were going?" you ask, mentally crossing your fingers.
"Well, the guy said something about the airport... He had a British accent, too," she says, grinning at the last part.
"Thank you so much," you say, rushing off to the nearest airport, hoping that perhaps you'll find Kestrel and her captor there.
Okay, people, I'm kinda sick right now, so I'll get the next part up when I'm not feeling quite so lousy.