There was a small lamp sitting on a dressing table. The table had been placed in a small cosy room. In the corner was a sink, next to the sink was a bed and opposite the bed there was a large couch. The room looked grimy and messy, but most people would understand, I mean it was a hotel room. There had probably been thousands of people staying in it, but now it was Fletcher’s turn. He came in and started to unpack. He was so tired, maybe he could just have a little lay down on the couch. OUCH! The couch felt like it was made of stone.