It was dark outside by the time he finished. He was exhausted, and groaned when he realised the refrigerator was empty. He’d have to go out and find somewhere that sold food. It was the last thing he wanted to do, but he was famished. And he’d need something for breakfast.
Using the last bit of energy he could summon, he went downstairs and made it to the front porch before realising that while he’d been given a front door key, he hadn’t been given a key to his room.
Reluctantly, he knocked on Douglas’s door.
“What is it?” asked Douglas. “I hope this isn’t going to happen all the time.”
Brad felt a flash of anger, but stemmed the desire to tell Douglas where he could go. “Sorry to disturb you, and no, it won’t happen all the time. I just realised you haven’t given me a key for my room.
