Once Yuuri had the address on hand, he hopped down to the hotel's lobby to ask them for help. Thankfully, it turned out that the "strange hotel" in question wasn't too far from where most of the figure skaters were staying. With the directions scribbled on a scrap of paper, Yuuri walked the distance on foot, keeping a brisk pace all the while.

As soon as he reached the hotel's entrance, he took his phone out again.

I'm here. Can you make it down to the lobby?