The night passed slowly, and by the time the first light of dawn began to filter into the room, Jono was beyond tired. The bags under his eyes were a testament to the sleepless night he had endured, and he was grateful for the cup of coffee he had picked up on his way to school. It was a small comfort, but it helped to ease his drowsiness somewhat.
Despite his fatigue, Jono made it through the day at school, though his mind was hardly on his lessons. He was too preoccupied with the strange events at the hotel and the cryptic behavior of the old man at the front desk. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss and that he was getting closer to the truth.
