Alistair had the difficult job of picking out which arm movement meant that someone was answering a phone. The motel room's occupant down at the end by the old tree had settled down into a seated position. Those arms were out in front of him however, never by his ear. Moving onto the motel manager, there was the same sedentary lifestyle continuing. One of the arms moved occasionally towards the head; but it never stayed still for very long.
The restaurant is continuing to be the hot spot of activity. Two people were still sitting, hands in the same position in front of them. Hands occasionally moved to the front of their faces, perhaps eating. The man at the blinds stepped away from the window, his warm form standing in front of the organic door for a moment. Then the door opened and a man stepped out of the restaurant. The porch of the Restaurant could now be seen by Tal, Jodie and Sam to be occupied by a man. He wore a faded red shirt with a small circle logo too small to read at this distance. His hair was close cropped and something dark glistened on his skin, a skin condition or tattoo. The man was staring in their direction. A phone clip was on his belt, but the phone there was quiet as a church mouse at this distance.
To Al - The man's shirt read ' Rest Stop' in blue letters on silver. The tattoo on the back of the neck was artfully done in deep blues and greens.
There was a faint ringing... coming from the hotel room in front of the battered sedan. Room six. The binoculars continue to assure that the room was devoid of human or animal life. If you walk or drive closer to the motel: If any one tries the door, the door is firmly locked. The blinds hang listlessly in the window, covered by a faint layer of dust. You can not see into room six.
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