There was a week where he wouldn't eat. It wasn't close to the time he faked his own death, but another time. He just stopped eating. Hoping that would change things. Make them have to come in. But they didn't. He'd pile up the food near the bed, so they'd...

The next day there was a speaker by the door with the food. It took him the whole day to press the power button. There was something about the object. A break from the paper and he thought it meant something was going to happen. Something was changing. 

When he...

The ants he could get to assemble in a line. They liked the sugar he thought. They didn't do this really with cheese, sometimes bread, but really this water melon they really liked. He wished he could train them for other things. Convince them to bring him news from the...

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...

Another note came this time with a question. 

"R U READY?"

He read it out in his head like a WWE announcer, he thought that was funny. Not that he could tell anyone this, like about this joke. Instead he thought about writing it down. 

The note pad he had was...

George looked less and less at the pictures on his phone. The dancing and the learning of the moves became all he thought about. As the videos kept going to his phone, and he kept practicing he was losing space. 

At first this wasn’t a problem he started to delete...

He had dreams that night. During the day he had learned how to dance, and then at night he was still doing the moves. His whole body learning what his mind was thinking. If someone was watching him they would see him the same way dogs sleep. Yelping and moving...

He must have fallen asleep. George felt a tiredness that he couldn't explain. He had been so focused maybe he was exhausted. It was late so it made sense. The clocks time seemed to jump from 8 pm to 2 am. Fuck. the lights were off in the hallway, and...

The Camry sat there for awhile. The whole time no one else arrived. For some reason he thought that that was weird, No other car had been like that, always in and out, sort of regular intervals. 

When someone did come out, it wasn't the Blue hat guy, it was...

He started writing stories about them. In the little stationary that was left in the hotel. A shitty pen and some sticky notes, then a few days later he found a whole notebook under the bible. If it came to he could just write there. 

When he first found it...