As Eric slowly opened his eyes, he felt a sense of unease settle over him. The events of the previous day came rushing back to him like a tidal wave, and he couldn't help but wonder what new challenges awaited them in this unfamiliar city.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep. The room was quiet, save for the sound of Savannah flipping through the pages of a newspaper at the small table by the window.
"Good morning," she said without looking up.
"Morning," Eric replied, yawning as he stretched his limbs. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon," Savannah answered, finally glancing up at him. "You must've needed some rest."
Eric groaned and buried his face in his hands. He had never been one to go to sleep late, and he hated feeling like he had wasted half the day
