Tom stands at the window of the hotel foyer, his brow furrowed as he listens to the director on the phone. The signal is weak, making it difficult for him to understand the words. Outside, the snow storm rages, obscuring his view.

"What do you mean no one could reach them? Are you sure they were on their way?" he asks, frustration evident in his voice. "No, they didn't check in yet. I asked the receptionist."

Tom starts pacing the foyer, his mind racing to find a solution. The roads are closed, and even search and rescue teams can't venture out until the blizzard passes. With a heavy sigh, he ends the call and walks back to the reception desk.

"Hey, it's me again. Are you sure my co-star didn't check in? Listen, I'll pay for everything. Is there a possibility to send someone to search..."

He begins, but his words are cut off as the entry doors burst open, a cold wind sweeping through the foyer. Tom turns around and a relieved breath escapes his lips as he sees you, covered in snow and shivering, standing in the doorway.

"Bloody hell, what happened? Everyone is trying to contact you! Can't you be responsible for one fucking time?" he exclaims, not even waiting for your explanation as he guides you towards the elevators. "We have to get you out of these clothes."