Kyle frowned as he sat with his back pressed against the stucko wall in the hallway. The lighting in the thin corridor sucked, and he could barely see more than ten feet to either side of him. There was something about the actual hotel rooms that made him twitchy, and that was the whole reason he was out in the hall to begin with. Not like it was that much better, though.
He pressed the pencil that was in his left hand against his cheek thoughtfully. "Hmm..." he muttered, staring at the notepad that was on his lap. He knew exactly what he wanted to say, but for some reason, he couldn't actually write it down.
