The rest of the room was too cold. I guess £20 a night doesn't cover the heating bill. Wrapping the oversized towel around me, I wiped the foggy mirror. My mascara had run from the heat. Grabbing some toilet role, I dampened it and wiped away the black smudges. Sniffing quietly to myself, I opened the door to be met by Zander.

"Hey."

His voice was still slurred, it sounded like he was desperately trying to recover from a major hangover.

"Hey, how you feeling?" I sniffed again.

It was too cold.

"Yeah, really tired though."

He rubbed his eyes and started to lose his balance. It was pretty funny I had to admit.

I let out a giggle and he did the same, trying and failing to stand up straight. I still had nothing on but the towel.

"Come on."

I helped him over to the bed and took his shoes off.

"Sleep."

As soon as his shoes were off, he was fast asleep, snoring loudly. I laughed again.

I put the same clothes I was wearing earlier on and went outside to get some blankets from the van. Shutting the door ever so slightly, I made my way down the rusty stairs of the motel.