Natara Williams
She resented the alarm clock when it went off. She wanted nothing more to stay exactly where she was, to ignore the harsh beeping noise sounding across the room. She sat up after a few minutes of the tiny machine's screaming, feeling the bitter taste of sleep in her mouth. It was exactly when she had left Shawn, hospitalized, for San Francisco. The same feeling of anxiety and dread at the unknown. The same feeling that she had left something behind, mentally or physically, as she gathered her few stay possessions and drug her suitcase downstairs. The same feeling that she was near stressful tears as she returned her room key, and for the last time, exited the hotel.
Two hours later
Mal Fallon
Still groggy from sleep, Mal got in his car to pick up Natara. He drove into her parking lot, waiting for her for over ten minutes before he finally texted her, hoping for answers. "Where r u?" he sent, awaiting her response of and expected 'sorry, got up late' or 'on my way down'. After getting no response, he stomped angrily into the building, going up the stairs to where he knew her room was. He pounded for several minutes until an irritated-looking maid opened the door.