Patch slammed shut the door of his white Toyota pickup and tossed his backpack onto the worn passenger seat. His mind was flowing with words from the recent arguement with his mother. She wanted him to go visit a relative for the summer so she could have some alone time with another new boyfriend. Patch rolled his eyes at the thought. She went through boyfriends like they were candy. He put the car into gear and hastily backed out of the driveway. He glanced down at the directions once more and guessed it would be roughly two hours until he arrived at his Aunt Jen's house. As the pickup rolled onto the highway he tried to relax a bit and shrug off the tension in his body. The fights always got to him no matter how many times he said it didn't. He rolled down the windows letting the cool summer breeze refresh his mind as it rushed through his dark tousled hair. He took a deep breath and focused on getting out of town. He pulled up to a set of shabby apartments. "What a surprise she lives here," Patch murmered to himself. He slid on his pack and walked up to room 107. He knocked four times and waited a minute. No answer. He knocked again and still not a sound. What a shame. Patch slid back into his car and pulled out onto the main street. I'll just have to find a decent hotel. He drove around the plain looking town looking for a place to stay. He swiftly pulled his pickup up to the first passable hotel. As he walked in he noted the grimy windows and holes in the lobby chairs. It wasn't exactly a sparkling town. Patch approached the scruffy man working the front desk and asked for a room. The man promptly handed him a key to room 203 on the second floor.