Dumpster Palace

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Mal,

"Okay so let me get this straight. You have seen Ronolds before in your dreams. You think that you know who you real mother is. So things like visions." I was trying to understand what Val has been trying to tell me. I can't take that much in one night, "Yes exactly but you know in the stories when it is right when you're awake in the middle of the day or something," I nodded my head yes that was something i actually have heard of, "Well it's exactly like that. Well except for the part when i'm fully awake, it's when i'm asleep or at least that's how it's been." Val pauses for a long time, like she's deciding on telling us something. I do that all the time because people aren't always who you think they are.

"Have you heard of someone or something that goes by Exstracters not exstactors."

Me and Mike shook our heads. Wonder what it or they is/are. "Hey guys were here."

So the motel wasn't as nice looking as it could be but it would have to do. It looked rundown and the words are falling apart . Instead of saying motel it said mel like my name Mal except with an a for me. Anyway i didn't care if the Motel looked rundown and moldy as long as i get sleep and it's cheap. Time to find out. "Guys i think it's not opened and that it hasn't been opened for quite a while."

"I think we can all see that Mike." I looked around the place, there has to be a cracked door window something that can get us in this place. Home is too far to go to right now.

So i kept looking and thank god i did. Up on the second story there was an open door, bingo. "Hey guys I think i found a place to sleep."

Val,

The room wasn't this 5 star hotel bedroom on the top floor with this oh so amazing view. It was the exact opposite really. The room at least had a bed and a tv, the tv gonna work. I don't know, maybe the room can have a working shower or a hallway that is going to lead somewhere. Like to an office or a better room.

"Okay i need someone to run to a store. Get some things like a hairbrush, some food that doesn't need refrigeration, and some clean sheets for the bed. Maybe a pillow to." Mal was touching things around as saying this and looking around the room. "What about clothes for when we wake. You can't always be prepared Mal,''

"Yes i can. Look Mike why don't you run down to the store. I already have some clothing for all of us. I am always keeping things in my bad, including clothes." Val set her bag down in i think the only clean place in this room, "I'm going to look around while you do," she pointed toward the door, "there has to be something beyond this door. There is always something everywhere as long as we look."

She walked out on door while mike walked out of the other into opposite directions while i staid here. In a dirty room isn't that just great. I couldn't go to sleep just yet not without the sheets at least so i decided to clean up, one of the only things i can do. I just want to sleep and find Ronolds those to are on my main priorities.

Mal.

I think i found the office and the office was a lot more interesting than the room we were staying. It had tons of books and records on different things. Just reading for fun, different hotels and motels to try, phone and address book, people who have signed in. It was a whole lot of different books and it was really amazing.

Looking through the book of people who have signed in the past years was really interesting. Especially when i found the name Ronolds

It was an old book of names that's how i knew it was him. He was here and in room 22, time to go check a room. I grabbed the key hanging on the wall and started walking.

The room was a little bit different than the one we were staying in. It had a very clean couch at the side and that was the only clean thing in this room. Everywhere else was dirty and gross, i better not have to do this ever again. There was a lot of trash everywhere old soda cans, chip bags, half eaten food. This place was a mess. There wasn't much to get from this room but a wallet with a whole bunch of stuff, Ronolds stuff. Credit cards, coupons, and an I.D.

I am so glad i want to look around but a wallet is not enough, i need to keep looking for Val's sake. Not only here but mine and Mike's, i want to know what's going on and i have a feeling he wants to know to. 

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