My misinterpretation of real life

The wary traveler enters the Inn. He stops just inside the door and waits. His wary eyes scan the room as if searching for something. The Inn keeper and his wife at the check-in counter. A young married couple are checking in. Our traveler passes over the couple quickly; they are probably not what he is searching for. Next the grand staircase imposingly presents itself directly in front of our traveller. What a wondrously large and extravagant place this small quaint Inn has become in only a few short years. Large palm trees to the right of the grand staircase remove anyone's thoughts from the snow filled February outside. Beneath the palms there is a reading area filled with books and comfertable chairs.

Upon closer examination our traveller recognizes Alfred and Wanda Vonvell at the check-in counter. As our traveler realizes this, he begins to watch them more closely as he moves towards the reading area. His muscels are tired and he hopes his search is finally nearing an end.