The  blue Roof Hotel. Was a subsidiary of the Blue group, which was Blue Inc, but after the whole Spacecity fiasco had to rebrand. 

"Bigger bolder Blue" the CEO said at the time. 


The Blue Roof Hotel was nothing special. From the outside it looked cheap and dilapidated, but inside...

The feeling didn’t leave her in the car. As the door shut she felt like she wasn’t alone. She checked the back seat nothing but her lone bag, had it been moved? She had her phone clutched near her chest, and backed out turning around towards the road. Her lights...

"Private property keep out." The gate said, but it was clear open. Didn't seem like anyone was there so she went further. 


"Flight deck this way."


"Preparation station this way."


"What the fuck is this." She thought. It was dark now, the only light was from her head lights, and the reflections...

On the road  Imogen Howe only thought about necessities.  gas and  food the only things that would keep her going. It had been about ten hours she thought. Already going through her phones battery, for some reason she noticed it getting darker. It woke her up.  sleep the next thing...

"Yeah, no response amigo. I think she's just having a moment. Don't worry she'll give you a call back just try to keep yourself occupied."

"She just keeps driving though. I don't know. She would have told me"

"Just let her be man. Maybe she is going to visit her mom?"

"Yeah she...

Alan searched the house for his keys. His eyes glued to her little dot. Moving further and further west. Could she be going to her parent's? That was an hour south more or less. No what the fuck. 

He tried calling again it just rang and rang.

"Hey Siri, call Aaron."

"Helllooo"


"Hey...

"What road?" 

"Main St."

"There no, I mean thats what a 25 mile an hour zone. She probably just saw a friend. You know how girls are. Always talking."

"Yeah its just weird." Alan Responded. 

He didn't want to tell Aaron that she does this route everyday without fail always 15 minutes....

Alan at home. Liked the quiet, liked her not knowing what he was doing. For some reason he felt in control then. He played music she didn't like. Sometimes even microwaved fish. He was now listening to jazz. Noisey horrible jazz. He didn't even like it. But he liked that...

"Do I have to come to cafe? Can't you just pick it up here?" Alan said. 

A teetering pile a new plates and cups had been delivered to their house instead of the cafe.

"Its not like this is the first time this has happened  Imogen Howe ."

Silence on the other...

When she woke up the house was quiet. It was back to normal she said. That made her a bit sad, but she still got up. She made her bed, and took the wine glass down stairs. Washed it with warm soapy water, then started the coffee. She was up...