You tossed your keys onto the table and slammed the door shut with the back of your boot. Your other arm was curled around a paper bag from the little joint a block away, something you snagged along the way. You set the food onto the hotel room table and peeled off your leather jacket, tossing it into the nearest chair before painfully toeing off your boots and kicking them aside.

It was early morning, too early in the morning. You needed a hot shower and a damn good meal after the long drive. You flicked on the hotel TV and ruffled through your food for something to scarf down before getting in the shower. The news came on, reporting the recent success of Abstergo's food industries. But you knew the truth. Abstergo's success was the tight collar around farmers and markets everywhere.

Your phone began vibrating, your eyes sweeping over towards your jacket. You took your time. You weren't eager to look at the missed calls and messages you'd been avoiding. How long had it been? Two days? Three?

You turned off the television and pulled the phone from your jacket pocket. "William," you greeted absentmindedly.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to reach--"

"Actually. I don't know." You took another bite before stowing the rest of the food away. With a muffled mouth you added, "I didn't really look at the signs while I was driving so... your guess is as good as mine."