The car suddenly stopped. It was no longer night, yet it wasn’t day either. Hollow asked how long they had been on the road. ‘A long day, you may call it, I suppose,’he answered immediately.

John got out of the car, the first thing he saw were huge neon letters spelling the word motel. ‘Why did you brought me here,’he asked. The man threw him a key, ‘room 17, go get some sleep,’he said hastly as he got back in the car and drove off. John watched until the little dot representing Chance’s car was gone, faded in the distance.

Room 17, room 17, John repeatedly said every five seconds. He stood in front of the room, the key fitted, he turned the key and slowly opened the door.

Suddenly a flash blinded him and a voice he could here, not clairly, but he could understand what the voice said. ‘John, when this tape starts it means Chance has succesfully dropped you of here and convinced you to go in this room to get some sleep.’John was stunned. He watched the tv, rubbing his eyes, still blinded by the flash