Snow thought a moment, pulling words together. "You can only go for four hours in any direction. However far you get in that time. That's the boundary. There's nobody else here, except the hotel staff, and they ain't really people. Not enough of 'em to keep everything running. The cook only makes chicken. So, we do most of the making the place run. Supplies come in, but nobody knows how or why. We just turn it into another day of living in this world."