There was a feeling the entire time. From the Uber, to the airport, and finally in 

New York

. The feeling of being watched.

He'd spent so much of his time watching others so he knew what it felt like to watch. It was uncanny to feel what it was like to be watched.

He had no proof that this was happening. Only a feeling. As he made his way to New York, the feeling grew stronger. He almost went straight to the 

Empire State Building

until something in his gut urged him not too.

Instead, Keith checked into a hotel first. Took a piss. Organized some stuff. He wasn't being watched in his room. He took a deep breath. Drank some water. And fell into a nap.