Sitting in the back of a tour bus wasn't exactly ideal for comfort. The seats were hard, and it was really difficult to get comfortable. The smell was terrible, like old gym socks and rotten eggs. Not to mention there was something red and crusty near the seat 2D was in. All in all, it was awful.

But 2D, after being cramped in the bottom level of Plastic Beach, didn't care. It smelled worse than a garbage dump there. In comparison to the musty and disgusting air on Plastic Beach, sitting in the back of a smelly tour bus for hours on end didn't seem so bad. He hoped that he didn't have to go back there, though he knows that he'd have to since Murdoc said that they had to do the video for Rhinestone Eyes.

2D sighed, not wanting to remember anything about Plastic Beach. Just thinking about the color pink made him want to vomit. He has found a new hatred for the color. At least, the shade of pink that covers Plastic Beach. It hurt his eyes way too much.

2D looked out the window, his head resting on one hand, just watching the scenery go by. Blurs of green, red, yellow, and orange raced past as the bus continued moving forward. The colors, which were amplified by the midday sun, plus the movements of the bus, besides the harsh bumps that they sometimes go over, were enough to lull 2D to sleep. The colors, the trees, the greenery; it all reminded him of some sort of Aspen forest. It gave him the idea to make one of the songs he made on his iPad named Aspen Forest. It has a nice sound to it.

Maybe 2D could get some sleep, at least for a few hours before they reach their hotel. He hasn't slept well ever since they left Plastic Beach to go on tour. As of now, they were on the "America leg" of the "Escape to Plastic Beach Tour". They still had a month and some left for touring around America and Europe and a week until the next concert. Well, at least it was better for himself since Damon Albarn had always seemed to steal the show everywhere they went. How they even showed up ahead of the actual band Gorillaz, 2D had no idea. Maybe they made a deal with the guy in the weird mask and cape? It'd make sense since Murdoc seemed to hate that that guy and vice versa.

2D's eye lids started to close, his breathing slowing down a bit. Before his eyes fluttered closed, he saw a big blue sign that said "Welcome to Washington State". When he closed his eyes, he felt the bliss of his mind resting, not worrying about the past or things to come.

Right at that moment, someone roughly shook 2D's shoulder, waking him up instantly.

"Get up, face ache! We're 'ere."

2D groaned as Murdoc's hand left his shoulder. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, confused as to how they were at the hotel already. Looking out the window, 2D saw that the sun had actually set. When did that happen?

2D groggily got up, his joints and back slightly aching. Their last stop had been several hours ago, and that was just to go to the bathroom and grab a few snacks, though Murdoc hurried 2D so much that he didn't even have time to grab a snack, so he was quite hungry.

Remembering to grab his iPad which happened to be right next to him, 2D walked off of the tour bus in a somewhat happy mood. That was, until he tripped on the last step off the bus. His face made contact with the concrete as his iPad skidded away from him, and meanwhile a few feet away, Murdoc was having a laugh, amused at 2D's pain while Cyborg Noodle, who was carrying both Murdoc's and 2D's luggage, stared with apathy.

2D got up and wiped the small grits of rock off of his clothes and face until he suddenly remembered the iPad. He gasped in realization and ran to get it. Picking it up and flipping it over, he noticed a giant crack in the screen, running from one end of the screen to the other.

2D tried to turn it on, but it didn't work. Nor did it flicker.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon," 2D muttered to himself.

After a few more attempts, the screen finally flickered to life. 2D let out a happy little chuckle as he checked to see if the apps still worked, and low and behold, they did. 2D sighed in relief and lifted his head up from his iPad to see that Murdoc had already gone inside the hotel that they were staying at.

2D hurried after him, being careful not to drop his iPad and make the damage worse than it already was. He'd have to get it fixed.

The inside of the hotel was pretty moderate, not as cheap as 2D was expecting. Murdoc was usually picky about which hotels they stayed at since he didn't exactly like wasting money. But since the Plastic Beach album was selling pretty well, it wasn't really a shock.

Murdoc nor Cyborg were in sight, so 2D nervously walked up to the front desk of the hotel and noticed that no one was there. 2D glanced around the lobby to see if anyone who looked remotely like a receptionist was around, but saw no one. He tried looking past the desk into a room that was directly behind and said, "'ello?"

No one answered. Maybe they were busy with something else?

Seeing as no one would be coming to help out 2D, he decided to take a glance at the front desk computer to see if the page where people's rooms are assigned was still opened. 2D put down his iPad a few feet away on the counter. To actually be able to see the screen, 2D had to practically lie down on the counter and scoot forward enough to see it and not fall off. He was barely hanging on as he saw the room number 666C next to the name Murdoc Niccals. Before he could pull himself back off of the desk, 2D toppled over to the other side of the front desk, his head hitting the marble floor. It hurt more than when he fell off of the bus.

2D sat up and rubbed his head, noticing a slick liquid on his forehead. He looked down at his hand and saw that he was bleeding. He rubbed his hand on his pants, staining them, but not giving a shit.

He stood up and climbed over the desk, careful not to slip. As soon as his feet made contact with the floor, 2D took his iPad and went to find a lift, also known as an elevator in America.

2D found a lift and pushed the button to call it down, then he walked inside.

Remembering that there was a C next to the room number, 2D could only assume that C meant floor three since it was the third letter in the alphabet. And because of this thought, he smiled to himself. He wasn't as dumb as Murdoc made him out to be.

As the elevator came to a stop on level three, 2D walked out. He was happy to find that right across from the elevator was 646C. All he had to do was find 666C, then he could finally sleep well on a comfortable bed. At least, until the concert which was in about two days. Even if it was for sure that Damon was going to steal the show, Murdoc was going to make 2D go to the concert anyways.

2D read the plates on the doors as he walked through the hallways.

648C. . .662C. . .666C!

2D was about to knock on the door until he heard something that made him stop in his tracks.

"Oh Mudzie! Don't stop!" a woman's voice called out.

And that's when 2D immediately turned around and started heading for the elevators again. Now he knows where the receptionist went.