After a good night’s sleep, I look around this strange little town. It reminds me of Holland for some reason with its windmills and tulips everywhere. However, when I see all the tourists walking about, I know why they are attracted to this place.
At one point in time last night, I dozed off and started to swerve off the road, almost hitting someone walking on my way into town. The pedestrian on closer inspection bared a striking resemblance to “her” with that blazing red hair, and pale skin, from what I could see while passing. Out of sheer luck, I found the little motel just past where I turned off and they had a room open.
When I woke up this morning, I received a mysterious phone call from someone named Jim. It was odd in two ways, for one thing I have not given this phone
