Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Darren Ellid was finally starting to relax. At least as much as he ever did as a creature that was widely despised and that would be turned into the government if anyone found out what he was. He hadn't noticed any signs of pursuit for a good 6 months at least. During that time he had been exercising ridiculous levels of caution and only spoke to people to hitchhike and get food. Otherwise he had spent his time hunkering in various alleys and rooftops. His one blanket was becoming less effective as the season edged closer and closer to proper winter. He felt like he had been half frozen for the past week while he huddled next to the exhaust vent on a 3 story apartment building. He had decided he had had enough. Tonight he was going to have a nice dinner and then sleep in a lovely heated hotel room with a shower. So he climbed down from his rooftop lair and went to a nearby dinner. He got a few curious stares as he walked in, still somewhat damp from the last rain shower, a battered old backpack hanging over his shoulders and looking rather bedraggled in general even with his 'I am a nice guy you want to help me' glamour. The waitress was too professional to comment on her curiosity and he just didn't care because it was so nice and warm. The hot meal did wonders to ease that ball of cold in his stomach. Once he was done he paid with a magical $20 bill, turned down the change as always and asked for directions to the nearest hotel. He had long since lost his guilt over giving people bills that would disappear before they did their accounting for the night. No one sweated that much over a 20 and he never took change so it wasn't like he was completely ripping them off. He followed the directions from the waitress and quickly found himself a Motel 6. He would have liked somewhere a bit nicer but at the moment he wasn't going to complain. Anything would be heaven compared to his current lodgings. So he got himself a room and tossed his backpack in the one chair before pulling out his one change of close. He stepped into the bathroom and enjoyed his first shower that wasn't a cold rain storm or at a truck stop in far too long. Afterwards fell down into the bed and just laid there blissfully for a few moments before dragging himself under the bedding and passing out almost immediately. It was an unknown amount of hours later when he awoke. He couldn't hear anything and he was buried under the bedding so he couldn't see anything either, but he was 90% sure there was someone else in the room with him and he had absolutely no idea what to do. So he laid there, ready to bolt, and tried to keep his breathing similar to what it had been before he had woken up. His sudden tenseness had almost certainly given him away at this point though.