James was exhausted.

His new apartment was two states over from his last place and, lacking a car or the money for a plane, he had needed to catch two coaches, one train, and an Uber to make it all the way there. He had also spent hours waiting at stations, had needed to walk almost twenty minutes from the first coach to the train, and had done the whole thing without sleep or coffee. He wished he had be able to sleep but he knew that if he'd fallen asleep on the train he would have ended up way past his destination and the coaches, where he could have slept, were full of tourists that made so much noise he was unable to do so.

Finally though, he'd made it. He scanned his card on the door outside, went up the old rickety elevator, and bumbled along the hallway until he found his new room on the twelfth floor and upon entering he immediately went to bed.

James awoke the next morning to hear a knocking on his front door.

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