Fran was stood there smiling at him, always the same smile, always the same expression and always the same clothes. Thats the downside to photos, they never changed. Ryan lay on one of the many tables in the hotels exquisite dining hall.
The large hotel had been clear when he arrived a month or two ago, perhaps they were aware something was afoot and evacuated? He didnt know and quite frankly didnt give a shit, it was clear now and thats what mattered to him. He folded the photo away and placed it carefully in his pocket and swung himself down off of the table, he headed over to the piano which had once been an elegant, white masterpiece, but was now an out of tune, off-white relic, he perched himself on the stool which he knew to be sturdy and began playing Chopin's 'Valse Brilliante' each slightly out of tune note reverberated around the grand room. 

There was little to occupy the mind in this new world, and playing the piano was a great way to pass time and the room was near enough sound proof making it a safe hobby in this dangerous time. 
Dinner time was always around eigth oclock for Ryan and he wasnt one to break routine, he pushed the stool back from the grand piano and headed over to back of room, where two large swing doors stood giving on to a large scale kitchen.. there wasnt much of the original stock left but Ryan had his own supply and was now using the kitchen utensils to open a can of soup, he brought a pan to the open flame of the stove and emptied the contents of the can into it.
Mulligatawny soup was one of Ryans favourites and he was glad to have found some, he wolfed it down quickly straight from the pan and headed back into the dining area he sat down at one of the tables and pulled his BAS from its holster, and proceeded to dismantle it and clean the parts.
As he slid the magazine back into the now reassembled weapon, he had he strange feeling that someone else was here. He stopped what he was doing and flicked his eyes over to his right, then to his left, all the while tighten his grip on the pistol in his hands. He steadied his breathing and loosened his muscles, he then flew up out of his seat and turned 180 degrees, weapon raised.
The stand off lasted no longer than a second as a familiar face greeted him, followed by a familiar voice.
Ryan grinned and raised an eyebrow.

"It took you this long to figure that out!" Ryan laughed. 

He approached his friend and embraced him lightly, the man, Luke Porter, was the closest thing Ryan had to family these days and he was glad to have him back.
He held out an outstretched arm introducing Luke to the grand dining hall.

"My humble abode, welcome" he said with a grin, Luke followed him further into the room and Ryan gestured for him to have a seat. He himself remained standing.

" I'll go get the cards shall I?" He smirked and headed over to the double swing doors just behind the table they were currently at, Ryans bag was in thr kitchen, the cards were in his bag. Ryan stopped dead in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at Luke.

"By the way ... I told you so"