
Cottage Terrace Inn, Room 106
You try to move closer to your friend but you fall over. You head hits the filthy motel carpet. That wakes you up a little from a return to the fuzzy place you've been going all night, thought that place has become even fuzzier and heavier since the strange woman entered the room.
The woman. You almost forgot about her.
You try to drag yourself. The pain is excruciating. You can't anymore. You collapse where you are. As your mind wanders off to somewhere else, you have one last thought. You remember the start of the whole argument, when Tailar held up the guy's wallet.
"What are you going to do with that?" you ask.
Tailar does the smile she used to do whenever she completed a difficult task, like when she first learned to skate backwards on her ice-skates. This time, her smile looks naughty.
"I'm going to come to his rescue by returning it to him. I'm sure that will turn into a nice opportunity."
"You're going to save his life by robbing him?" you ask.
The cash and cards from the wallet are laying on the bed away from the wallet. Tailar shrugs.
"He won't know anything about that. Unless you tell him."
You look in your lap. You think about telling Tailar how dishonest that is, but you want to tell her about the problems you've been having and you want her to be receptive. You figure out what you'll do: you'll take the wallet when she isn't paying attention and put the money and stuff back in it. You'll return it to the guy before you leave the Cottage Terrace Inn. Hopefully, you'll never see him again.
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