Vanish

Hustyns

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Joe thought for a second. What was Steve's adress again? His friends and himself all lived in Croydon, and he knew that Steve lived on Brighton Road, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember the house number. Oh well, Joe thought to himself. He was sure he would recognise the house when he got there. The only problem was, he did't know where he was, or how to get to Steve's house.

Joe wandered up to the desk where Ronald stood, perhaps browsing the net. His expression was plain, like he was in a trance.

"Excuse me," Joe started.

Startled, Ronald turned to Joe, "How may I help you Sir?"

"Umm, you wouldn't mind telling me where I am, would you?"

Ronald laughed as he slipped out of his polite manager mode, "You must of been out of it last night mate!" 

"What?" Joe shook his head, "No, seriously, where the hell am I?"

Ronald chuckled again, "Hustyns..."

"Huh?" Where in the world was Hustyns?

"Hustyns, the name of the resort." Ronald smirked, "You really don't know, do you?"

"No, that would be why I am asking!" Joe felt his face burning up, why would he be asking if he already knew? Honestly, common sense really lacked now a days.

"We're in Wadebridge, in the very heart of North Cornwall." Ronald turned back to his work.

"Cornwall!" The masked one must have driven him a long way!

"Yes, Cornwall."

"Any idea how I can get back to Croydon?" Joe was beginning to panic.

"No idea..." Ronald didn't make eye contact with him, "You could always take a cab."

"Yeah thanks," Joe turned around when him remembered something: "I don't have any money."

"Well that bloke last night gave us more than enough," Ronald handed Joe a wad of money, "There."

"Thanks, you're a life saver!"

"Any time, thanks for staying at Hustyns."

Joe wandered down the corridor until he saw a leaflet for a taxi company, just his luck. Joe phoned the number on the leaflet and within ten minutes, a black taxi drew up outside the hotel.

"Hello Sir, where are we off to today?" the taxi driver questioned, taking off his cap to reveal a mass of silvery hair.

"Um, Brighton Road, Croydon please," Joe replied uneasily as he climbed into the taxi.

"Wow, thats a bit of a way isn't it sir?" What was it with everyone calling him Sir? Ronald, the girl from the hotel, and now the taxi driver. Everyone was much more civil and courteous here.

"I guess so..." Joe rested his head on the taxi seat, exhausted and confused...

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