I kept walking toward Room 9 as everyone in #4 scrambled to get dressed. Let's see what the desk clerk thinks of my manners now!
I got to the door of #9 and knocked. The curtain over the window next to the door rustled and then the door flew open.
"Jakey!" Milton said, only I was tired of correcting him so I just let it go.
"Get your things, Milton. We need to go, now."
He showed me into yet another crappy, rat infested motel room and grabbed a tattered suitcase and hurriedly started putting a few things in it...