You´ve been driving all day on the highway. Fear of flying has its massive downsides, like incredibly boring days spent driving to get to your aunt in Chicago for Christmas.

You check the GPS app on your iPhone and it alerts you of a motel a few miles ahead. It´s not cheap but not expensive either. Feeling weary to the bone, you decide to get a bed for the night.

You drive a few more eventless miles and then take a sharp right onto the motels parking lot. Its a wide 3 storey building made of brick. Its probably old but looks to be in good shape.

You park you car and get out into the night. Luckily the snow is thick enough to not let you slip on the ice. When you get inside you´re greeted buy a lanky teenager who seems bored out of his mind.
"Hello, I´d like a room for the night?"

The teenager seems to get more energy from doing things rather than just sit about.
"Sure thing, would you like a single bed or a bed for two?

"Single."

"Alrighty then. Most rooms on the ground floor is taken and we want to keep the rest open for handikapped people. Do you mind stairs?"

"No, I just wanna sleep."

The teenager looks me up and down.
"Wanna eat first?"

Your growling stomach answers the question for you.
"I can make you a few sandwiches if you want, the main kitchen closed about an hour ago?"

You accept his offer and are handed your room keys. Room 26 on the second floor. You retrieve some of your luggage from your car and walk up to your room.
First thing you do, drop your luggage and wash your face. You look in the mirror...