After a number of communications around the San Francisco Bay area, Dorrin finally found a hotel with an available suite. Since Bajor wasn't even close to the Warlord's flight path to Earth, and a transport to Bajor would take almost a week to get there, Dorrin decided to stay in the city of the birthplace of the Federation. The decision to go to San Francisco was the easy part. Finding an available hotel room was a different story entirely. It had taken him nearly an entire hour to find a hotel suitable for him that had available rooms. In the end, Grand Elegance Hotel had a suite available. After pulling a few strings with some 'friends' from the Starfleet Medical Corps, he was in.

Doctor Rass stepped off the transporter pad in the middle of the registration area of the hotel. Everything about the hotel was opulant in design. Large, sweeping archways lined the entrance area. The furnishings and floor were marbled granite on aged wood. Soft, classical music played in the background. "I must remember to send Doctor Essris a fruit basket for this." He thought. A video screen displaying the names and faces of the various foreign dignitaries and celebrities who have stayed there was recessed in the wall next to the registration desk.

The red and gold uniformed clerk greeted him as he approached the desk. "Good evening, Doctor Rass. Welcome to the Grand Elegance." He produced a PADD with a marking device from behind the counter and handed it to Dorrin. "If you'll please fill out the registration information, I will secure your room access."

Dorrin looked over the information on the PADD. "My Starfleet records have all this information. Why don't you just use that?"

The desk clerk raised an eyebrow. "Sir... military records are off limits to civilian institutions... or didn't you know that?" The clerk's voice was a bit snide.

Dorrin quickly looked at the nametag of this barely-past-his-teens whelp. "Well, Brian," he began with a simliar tone, "where I'm from, those sort of records are public knowledge. Bajorans have nothing to hide."

"If you had visited Earth before, this information WOULD be public knowledge, Sir." Brian replied with a Cheshire catlike grin.

"I see." The doctor quickly snatched up the PADD and began looking over the dozens of questions. "You've GOT to be kidding me."

"It's standard documentation, Doctor." Another patron approached behind Dorrin. "Doctor, if you'll please step aside. I have another customer."

"Hrmph." Dorrin took the PADD and stylus and headed over to a couch near the entry way. For over twenty minutes, Dorrin answered every question imaginable regarding his race, his physical appearance, his genetic predispositions, lineage... in his mind they may have been asking about his relations with famous people, too. Eventually, he returned it to the desk. The clerk greeted him again with a mildly sarcastic smile. "Here... I suppose you need a blood sample, too."

The clerk presented a small tablet with a glowing blue panel. "No, Sir." he replied with a twinkle. "I just need your handprint for the door."

"Same thing." Dorrin chided. "Don't you people believe in keys? What happens if the power goes out?" He pressed his hand against the panel. The blue light momentarily glowed more brightly, then went back to its normal intensity with a beep.

The clerk chuckled. "Sir... we haven't had a power outage in almost a century. Besides, if the power did go out, you wouldn't be able to get in the front door, either." He put the hand template back under the desk. "Thank you. Your room is twenty-two, eleven, twenty-second floor. Enjoy your stay." The clerk went back to his business.

"Thank you," Dorrin muttered. He headed for the elevator, glad to finally be through with that kid. The elevator whisked him to the twenty-second floor. He pressed his hand to the panel next to room 2211. It flashed green and the white-washed wooden door swung open. He was astonished to see the inside. It was larger than his housing edition growing up... and that was just the main living room. Across from the entrance was an elegant pair of glass sliding doors that led to a generous balcony. Dorrin could see the crisp night sky from the door. He stepped down three steps as he entered the living room. An oversized video screen adorned the wall on the left. Overstuffed white leather couches, a pair of leather chairs, and a round coffee table furnished the living room proper. As he walked past to get to the balcony, he saw a book on the coffee table titled "What to do When You're in San Francisco." It was the size of a small novel.

Interested, he stopped to pick up the book. As he began thumbing through the book, broken down by major categories like museums, theater, music, sight seeing, etc., it dawned on him... "How am I ever going to fit all this in a week?" He then flipped to a section titled "Night Life". As he flipped through that section, his eyes widened and a smile crossed his lips. "By the prophets...I think I just found a starting point."