Dominic awoke, but kept his eyes closed just hoping when he peered his eyes open and turned his head, he would be graced with the smile his girlfriend's beautiful face sleeping beside him, escaping from the horrible nightmare that happened. But reality shot through his heart and mind as soon as he opened his eyes, looking up at plain white ceiling the mild fragrance of vanilla and his shoulders and back was aching from the bed, that was far too firm. He remembered he rushed out of the apartment crying and heading into the alleyways, throwing up realizing he wasn't even wearing any clothes, it was a pathetic moment in his life that he wish he could forget at least it was dark enough that no one saw him streaking in the middle of London. He was resting his head on a brick wall, on his knees. His moment of desperation with an amalgamation of indescribable emotions. 

Well expect for the sudden, owner of the motel who somehow saw him on his nighttime stroll thankfully he was quite sympathetic and took pity on him. Giving him a room for the night for free and a spare set of clothes. The first thing he needed to thank the man, but he was clueless on the next step. Could he even face Alice? Could he just leave without at least trying to explain anything? But that itself wasn't conceivable. Being just as clueless about what transpired. Afraid of what comes next, but out of everything that happened, that kiss haunted him more than everything. Dominic sat up rubbing his dry eyes and stretched out as he went to look into the mirror feeling his face with his hands. He practically saw a stranger in the mirror despite that he face remained the same. [color=fff200]“Am I...still me?”[/color] He spoke aloud realizing how ridiculous he sounded, he slapped himself like it would somehow snap him out of it, like a drunk needing to sober up. He had gone through much worse than this before in his life, he just needed to calm down and think rationally.

He left his motel room taking the key he had been given, and went up to the desk where he saw the man sitting behind the desk leisurely smoking, feet up on the desk looking at him with a pleasant smile. Dominic noticed how messy it was behind the desk, looking up at the clock on the wall to check the time relived that it wasn't too late in the day, along with a bunch of religious pictures he could tell many of them were slightly misaligned, and a cross on the wall. Reminded him a lot of his mother. Dominic set the key on the desk, bowing his head some respectfully [color=fff200]“Thank you very much sir, I will be sure to pay you back for this and return your clothes once I get my own.”[/color] He stated. The man chuckled at his words and turned toward him putting his feet on the ground. [color=0054a6]"You don't have to do anything of the sort.”[/color] The man replied. [color=fff200]“No, I must insist. You didn't have to do what you did for me either. I just need to find out how to retrieve my stuff.”[/color] He interrupted, shaking his head. It was silent for a brief moment.

The man let out a hoarse cough as he tossed his finished cigar in his ash tray. [color=0054a6]“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."[/color] The man quoted still smiling taking the key back. He knew where that was from, he even remembered exactly where it was from, Hebrews 13:2. But even those words made him feel a little sick. [color=fff200]“I apologize sir, I don't believe in a god...thank you again, I'll return to pay my debts.”[/color] He replied as he started to make his way outside, he had to retrieve all of his things at Alice's place.[color=0054a6] “Hey,” [/color]The man called out, making  Dominic turn his head looking at the man still smiling even a bit wider than before.[color=0054a6] “On certain days, neither do I.” [/color]The man replied. Not even knowing how to respond to that, he simply left without another word.

Dominic wasn't even that far from his girlfriend's apartment, but the walk felt like an eternity, each step felt was harder than the last. He told himself nothing was going to stop him from going there but it was a hell of a lot more easier said than actually done. He was barely paying attention to all of the noise in the background of the city. Like the nearby sounds of sirens. He stopped when he noticed a small bank note laying on the sidewalk with also no one around. He bent over and picked it up. It wasn't a lot of money, certainly not enough to pay for a room. He looked across the street, and saw that he was next to a bar. Maybe a small alcoholic beverage would ease up his nervousness and get him to talk to Alice and explain what was going on. So after a long frustrated exhale, he looked around before crossing the street stepping into the bar, noticing that it was pretty full of people. Also seeing all of the medieval designs, though decor wasn't exactly what he was there for, he wasn't really paying attention to any details. Spotting the most likely person to be the bartender. He walks up to the bar with a polite smile setting the bank note down on the bar counter. [color=fff200]“Just get me the strongest drink you can with this, please.”[/color] He announced.