And so, Mallia Mamet walked to the door and began knocking.
Because she'd moved so quickly, she hadn't even taken her room card.
But there was no response from inside. Mallia stood thinking, could it be that George Flack had also gone out?
Well, Mallia had no choice but to contact the front desk, and the door was opened.
She nodded her thanks, didn't say much else to the front desk staff, and went inside, mainly feeling too tired all over. She just wanted to rest properly.
Once inside, however, Mallia saw George curled up on the sofa. So, George was there! How deeply must he have been sleeping to not hear her knocking?
Mallia walked cautiously, her high heels making little noise on the carpet. As she drew near, she saw the expression on George's face, like that of a wounded kitten.
Mallia didn't know what was happening. What was with her today? Why did she feel such a surge of compassion for everything she saw?
