Vacation from He**

"Not Actual Hotel"

"Is it left or right?" Knock sat at the stop sign waiting for Korn to pick.

"I don't know. I don't have my phone, remember. I have no clue where this place is. Pick one, I don't care." Knock looked left, then right, then left again. He didn't move. "Fine, right, go right," Korn sighed.

Knock turned. Ten minutes later they drove back by the same stop sign.

"How hard can this place be to find? It's on the beach. It's not like it's in the ocean." Korn grumbled.

"The way our trip is going, it's very possible."

"Keep driving, we'll find it, eventually."

"Or we run of gas."

Korn groaned. "Don't say that. You cursed us."

Knock glanced at the gas gauge sitting at a half full tank. "We're fine, for now. Unless the gas gauge is broken."

"No more. Stop talking. Next you'll say the hotel lost our booking and we can't check in. Once we find the stupid place."

"You said that, not me."

Knock stopped at another stop sign. He waited for Korn to pick the direction. He felt bad forcing the decision on Korn, but he was the navigator. And he was also the one that booked the hotel. Knock had no idea what he was looking for except a hotel on the beach.

"Go straight."

Another five minutes driving down the road, and Knock was ready to turn around again. A gigantic sign loomed ahead with the words end of road printed in bold black letters. He could see a driveway beyond the sign, but little else. They had literally reached the end of the road.

"Wait," Korn leaned forward, staring out the front window. "I think...maybe...yes...no."

"Is it?"

"Go down the driveway. Let's get a closer look."

"And find out we just drove on some rich person's private property who then has us arrested."

"Does that look like a house to you?" Korn pointed at the building down the hill. Knock slowed the car to get a better look. The place was gorgeous and massive. Pristine white against the pale blue ocean. Seven stories tall, with enormous glass windows, all looking out on to the water.

"That's where we're staying? How can we afford that?" Knock asked as he turned down the driveway.

"I found an amazing deal. Come on, there's the parking lot."

Korn pulled the duffel bags from the trunk and threw them over his shoulder. In his free hand he carried the bouquet Daisy had given them.

It wasn't until they walked through the front doors Knock felt out of place. Their clothes were dirty and wrinkled from being worn two days in a row. Korn's hair stood out as a greasy mess. Knock was sure his own looked just as bad.

"I don't think we belong here," Knock said as he moved closer to Korn. "People are staring at us."

"Once we check in and get cleaned up, it will be better." Korn set the bags on the floor in front of the check-in desk. The flowers he set on the counter.

"May I help you, sir?" The young clerk behind the counter asked.

"Yes. We were supposed to check in yesterday but ran into some delays. We would like to check in now."

"Of course, sir. Your name?" Korn told her his name. "Just a moment, sir."

While Korn checked them in, Knock admired the grand lobby. The peaked ceilings were lined with a warm, thin wood. The patterned floor glowed under the large skylights cut into the roof. All the artwork on the walls were intricate carved wood designs. The accent lights shifted in color from a warm yellow to a calm white, to a tranquil blue and back to yellow. If this was the lobby, Knock couldn't wait to see their room.