Completely soaked, Dave hesitantly closed the door not believing what he saw. Never mind the Inn hadn’t been here the last time he’d driven down this road, but the man at the desk had pointy ears.
“Can I help you?” the man asked.
“Um… do you happen to have a phone? Mine died and my car died up the road.”
Smiling, the man said, “Of course. It’s down the hall to the left.”
Dave carefully skittered over to the pay phone.
As he did so Alec cheerfully crossed off “traveler from non-magical world finding magical inn” on his bingo card.
Author’s Note: This trope isn’t as common except in Urban Fantasies. I think there should be more of them. [Editor: This is the third in a series. Check out all of Gabrielle’s stories for the rest of them.]