Crap crap crap crap, he thought as he rubbed his eyes awake. I did it again.
He got up from his bed and looked at the clock; 11:12, it said. He searched for his wallet and looked inside.
Only four dollars left, he thought. So much for using cash this vacation. I really need to be more careful.
He got dressed and looked for his camera.
I should delete these, but they're such good pictures.
Instead, he popped out the memory stick and put it his drawer, under his socks. He reached into his camera bag and got out another memory stick and slid it into the slot.
Now to do something to keep my mind off last night.
He grabbed his wallet, stuck it into his pocket, and walked out the door. He headed to the dining room to have some lunch.
No sense in having breakfast now, he thought.
He walked into the dining room and took a seat. He noticed that the room was nearly devoid of patrons. When the waitress came over to take his order he asked, "Where is everybody?"
She went rigid for a second then replied, "Didn't you hear? There was... there was a murder last night." She was clearly not comfortable being the one delivering this cold news. He sat there for a second stunned, but before he could speak she added, "There was a meeting in the theater just before eleven, didn't you go?"
"No, I was still sleeping at the time."
"Oh," she said. Then after a long pause, "Well, are you ready to order?"
"Uh, yes," he said, "I'll have the cheeseburger."