When he wasn't dancing he still watched out the window. None of the people he had seen were the same always different. He guessed that's just how these hotels were. There were never really people coming back, but more just people coming through. Passing through, he imagined where he was now. He was about two hours from his house. They had probably driven around. He could tell they weren't far, because the weather was the same, the smells.
There though he noticed, when he was looking out the window. They had given him a whole watermelon. There was the guy in the Toronto hat again. Clear as day. He could hear his wife say "Do you think its just someone wearing the same hat?" But he was sure of it. A hundred percent he was sure. He was the same guy he noticed the night he got the letter.
His heart beat, maybe that was why they never responded. He checked a number of days, many times if the paper was there just in the hallway, if they had taken it. He thinks they did why else would they keep him here, why else would they give him all this nice food.
There though he noticed, when he was looking out the window. They had given him a whole watermelon. There was the guy in the Toronto hat again. Clear as day. He could hear his wife say "Do you think its just someone wearing the same hat?" But he was sure of it. A hundred percent he was sure. He was the same guy he noticed the night he got the letter.
His heart beat, maybe that was why they never responded. He checked a number of days, many times if the paper was there just in the hallway, if they had taken it. He thinks they did why else would they keep him here, why else would they give him all this nice food.
