~Nathan’s POV
It was getting late and I began to worry about Jones as he hadn't gotten back from where he had gone to. As more and more time passed, my worry and anxiety grew worse.
After hours and hours of waiting, I went to bed, but I could not sleep. I tossed right and left on my bed, occasionally checking the time.
Soon the bed began to feel too hot, so I went into the shower to take a warm shower. I felt only marginally better and got back into bed, but that didn't last long.
Soon, my mind began to race with various thoughts, and I resumed my tossing and turning on the bed. Frustrated, I got off the bed and began to pace around my room.
I went to the minibar and grabbed an expensive bottle of whisky, taking a gulp directly from the bottle. I brought out my phone and texted Jones
