The early morning frost that started over the grass, and the thin fog that accompanied it, greeted Hans Landa as he stepped out of his home and made his way to the office. He had woken particularly earlier than his liking, but there was much to get done, and he had promises to keep. He was, all things considered, a man of his word. When he got to his office, he made the intended phone call to Her Karl Gebhardt about the current predicament a certain woman was in who had stumbled upon his office late the last evening. Very interested in this story, whether he believed it or not, Gebhardt was interested in meeting this woman and he was convinced he may have had a way back for her.
Pleased with the news, Hans wasted no time to make a call to the hotel Cheryl was staying at, and waited patiently as they forwarded his call to her room.