Husker was sitting at his bar, per usual, and cleaning a glass. There was nothing else to do—plus he liked having things at the bar clean. It was his job as a bartender. As he used his rag to wipe the water away from the glass, he heard a noise—almost like a thump—from outside the Hotel doors. Out of pure curiousity, he put down the rag and the glass, leaving from behind the bar, making his way over to the doors. He opened the front door, looking at who or what was outside.