I looked again through the windows of the crappy motel where I’d landed. No one was outside in the stretch of sand between the room and the blue-green ocean. Good. I glanced back at the man on the bed. I couldn’t remember his name, but the room was registered in his name, whatever it was. That was good, too.
I wondered if I should take his keys and head north in his car. I could get a couple hundred miles away before he woke up, if my hangover indicator was working right.
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