You slowly awaken to the feeling on someone's arm around you and the smell of a mildew-covered motel. You look around and take in your surroundings, taking note of the man laying next to you. You have no idea who he is.

He turns to face you as he lights a cigarette. Neither of you say a word, staring at each other instead.

As you sit there, you try and remember what'd happened the last six hours.

You were on a road trip, and had stopped in Annvile, Texas. The man next to you; who you now remember is named Jesse, had mistaken you for a callgirl and you, needing the money, decided to go with it. Now, you were in a motel room, tired, bruised and disorented.