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John was cautious when he open the door.

"Hey what the hell are you doing in here." John yelled.

When I heard him I dropped the tulips, took off my shoes and went running down the hallway.

"Time to put that kick boxing and karate back into practice" I thought as I went running down the hall.

My main concern at that moment was if John was okay. The person could have a weapon. As I got closer to the door I realized there were two people in the room with John. That really got me fired up. If you ever heard of the saying fight or flight. At that moment I was in pure fight mode. As I got to the door a man came running out and I caught him with as straight forearm to the throat and a kick to the back of his knee. It completely knocked the wind out of him and he went down hard. He was wearing a black baseball cap and a face mask someone may wear in a hospital but in black, which covered his nose and mouth. I was ready to jump on him and give him some shots to the face when he looked up at me from under his cap and then I saw it. His eyes. It made me hesitate for a moment. At that moment of hesitation the other person he was with came running out of the hotel room and helped the man laying on the floor up. They ran to the emergency exit and were gone. I ran into the room to check on John. He was shaking his head as if trying to clear it. Looking next to John I could see that he was hit in the head with a glass vase that was on the table next to the couch.

"Babe are you okay?" I said falling to my knees holding his face in my hands examining him for injury.

He had a small cut below his eye and on his brow.

"I'll be alright. What about you?" John said looking me over.

The only injury I had was on my knees from bending down on the glass on the floor next to John.

"When I was going after the guy running out the door, the other guy came up behind me and hit me over the head."

"Those eyes." I mumbled.

"What eyes, my eye will be fine. It's just a scratch."

"No. His eyes. The guy I knocked down running out of our room."

Athena, I told you to stay by the elevator." John said worried

"I was worried about you."

"What about the guys eyes?" John said still trying to shake the confusion off.

"I think I know him."

"How?"

"The color of his eyes. They were a light brown, like honey. Like my ex. Michael."