I walked into the hotel lobby. It was um... Alright. I guess I had seen worse. I looked around and was not very impressed. Two chairs with holes in them, both of which seemed to be having trouble holding up their own weight. In between the chairs was a small wooden coffee table. Hanging up on the wall was a magazine rack with two issues, both dated in 2006. There was not much else besides the dirty burgundy carpeting and a small desk with an old metal bell on it. I'm sure I had seen worse. I Mean- I had only been a guardian angel for a couple thousand years but I'm sure somewhere along the way I had seen a hotel in a worse condition.

I walked over to the desk and carefully rang the bell. A man with a bellman suit walked out from a room behind the desk in which I could only assume was a worker's lounge of some sort. This didn't seem like a place that had enough business to have a room for paperwork and such. The man approached me with a fake-looking smile plastered on his face. He cleared his throat, "Can I help you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes," I responded, "I would like a room please." Without a word the man slid a book in front of me and gave me a pen. I looked at him confused.
"Write your name please," he said, pausing for a few seconds before managing the word 'please'. I just stared at the paper with a troubled look.
"Ahem, sir," the man said uncomfortably. I signed my name I'm the neatest of handwriting I could manage considering I hadn't written a single word in several millennia. 'Amphinithon' I wrote. The man just looked at me skeptically.
After several seconds of writing my name, I noticed that I was the only one in the book that did not sign my name in cursive. Oops.
As the bellman grabbed my key from somewhere under his desk, I noticed the name written directly above mine in small, perfect letters.
'Carson'.


I ruffled though the pages of newsprint. "No... No... No," I said to myself while scouring the newspapers from the past several days. I finished skimming the past 3 weeks worth of papers and pushed the pile aside.

That's when I heard the knock on the door.