I eventually resorted to staying inside the motel room again that night since Nari was not scheduled for any gig at the pub for the next three days. After I had already shaved my jaw clean that afternoon and ate at a diner outside the town because no one seemed to take me warmly into the cafes or bistros in Avian Hills (the pub near the motel was only opened at nights), I realized that I really had nothing else to do. So when the evening came, I found myself lying on my bed, thinking of anything to work on for a while. But as the minutes slowly went by in a blur, I was soon got bristled with boredom and eagerly tried to come up with something. Before I knew it, I had already picked up my phone from the bedside table and dialed a number, calling my personal lawyer for a quick chat about bus
