-- Pt. V -- “We’ll discuss it later. You guys are never going to get up tomorrow.” Jost hustled them along to their rooms. Tom fell right to sleep, but Bill did not. He couldn’t help but think about...and almost instantly fell asleep. Bill soon followed suit as his body shut down for the night. What an exhausting day. Er, two days. And tomorrow, or today, would probably be more exhausting still.

 -- Pt. IV -- Tom reached the end of the alley and the redhead after what seemed to him like an eternity. She smiled charmingly, cigarette dangling from her fingertips. “May I?” He asked, extending...he thought of out of his mouth. Everyone stared at him. Was he serious? -- [End Note: 'Pure Morning' is a Placebo song, so I suppose I can't take credit for the title of the photography shop.

This one is for Melissyy, for being so patient with my procrastinating rear. And also for Becky, who helped me decide on some things.  -- Pt. III -- Bill bounced down the stairs to the first floor...hell are we?” He looked for a street sign. There were none, only the empty post where he assumed there was once a street indicator. “Great. We’re lost in another country, and we don’t speak Thai!