4:27 A.M.

The clock read 4:27 A.M. He could hear somebody walkking through the corridor upstairs, faint sounds coming from the kitchen two floors below. A man was snoring in the suite next to his, phlem rattling in the throat with every breath. Gray was all around him, shadows crawling through the window and across the carpet. He thought he heard weeping but knew he didn't. Thought he heard the distant rumble of a coming storm. -from Gunshot