“s**t, this is probably the first time that I woke up directly from a dream. What a stroke of bad luck,” Clark grumbled, as he got up.
He looked around, and finally did a proper survey of the room that he booked last night. He admired the decorations and scenery. From the little he already saw, he knew that he got a nice hotel.
He was too exhausted to glance around yesterday, so he looked to his fill. “The vigilantes did a proper job reserving this hotel for me,” he thought with a smile. He dropped down again to rest his back a little, as he rolled on the king-sized bed.
“Ah!! Today is a Sunday,” he suddenly recalled.
"Since I'm not going anywhere, I’ll just use this opportunity to visit the church. Man…, it’s been years since I last entered a church," he soliloquized nostalgically.
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