You and Ghiaccio wanted to book a motel room, but they ran out of room, so now you're spending the night in your car. He parked his car and began to put a blanket in the trunk. After some time, the overnight stay was ready. You had a blanket and two pillows. Ghiaccio closed the luggage. It was cramped, but you have no choice. “Stupid motel,” the guy grumbled in despair.