The kid now hands shaking called again.

It rang once.

Then twice.

Then went blank.

No ringing or dial tone. 

So the kid tried again. 

Again one ring, then another then blank. 

"They didn't tell us where to take the money." He said.

"I know, I uh guess try again." Blayne said.

The kid looked at...

Blayne was sweating, his cotton shirt stuck to his back. He wiped his hair back and it just kind of stuck where it is. The company uniform he got last year was now tight where it shouldn't be, and that made him sweat more. 

"One sec don't call anyone." He...

"First you calling now you playing hard to get what the fuck are you on?"

"Um, this is the Seaside rest." Was all kid could say. 

"Seaside rest? Fuck the seaside and your rest. We got him, if you want him come get him."

"Um, excuse me?"

"Man, what the fuck is with...

"No one paid today."

"What?"

Blayne was smoking a cigarette outside when the new kid came and told him. Hungover from the two days before he took a long drag and tossed the but away.

Exhaling as he walked. 

"What do you mean?"

" I uh I mean no one paid for room 48....

When Imogen Howe arrived back at the room she felt that something had changed. There was shift of some sort she thought. She looked around the room, it all looked usual. The sea breeze blowing into the window. The bed made like Jack had tried his hardest. But something was...

Jack used to love Drake, always listened to him. Since day one he used to tells his friends. While others didn't like rap, or others still liked other rappers Jack always like Drake.

On the pier there was a song he liked. 

"Why you gotta fight with me at cheesecake?" It...

Dave was the son of a military man. When he was younger he'd be woken up early and his dad would perform an inspection of his room. He wore a white glove and if he found any trace of dust Dave would have to do pushups and re-clean. 

Dave grew...

When Keith woke up he was still driving there was music playing. And a lag from when opened his eyes and when he became conscious of all the sounds. 


"Baby I like your style.." Played from the speakers. It was louder than it should be, and dave didn't look like...

Keith always felt himself pulled back to where he left. Like a rubber band he was directed where to go. Didn't need a GPS or apple maps. Although he kept them on his phone to seem normal.

He drove around now all day. On this street and that, to that part...

They became like two boats passing in the night. Thats what Jack wrote now, he liked that. Thought it was good. When he got up from the desk it was time to brush his teeth and get ready to go outside. He cought sight of himself, he was older, and...