The Hotel staff pushed the trolley with him until he reached the door and gently closed it behind him. The room was once more engulfed in silence while Carter sat on the chair opposite me, arms crossed beneath his chest, and lost in his thoughts. I wonder what he was thinking but whatever it is, he appeared to be content.
I vacated my seat and moved towards the flat tv screen and fumbled for the remote control. I could feel the weight of his stare as he followed my movement. I pretended not to notice he was looking at me and fumbled for the remote control beside the flat tv screen.
It was late in the night and there was no interesting show except late-night news and sports replays. After trying to find the right channel I finally gave up and turned the television off, and walk towards the bed without the slightest sound of footsteps.
