Justin's spirits have improved at least marginally since discovering the closet yields useful things; today finds him venturing outside for the first time to explore the beach. He eventually makes a seat for himself overlooking the water to draw, sitting with his sketchpad balanced on his lap and using his left hand to steady the right ( Read more... )

The bar was quickly becoming one of Justin's favorite places, as much as anything in the place could be a favorite when he had never had any intention of being there; it wasn't even the alcohol he was there for (though it did help to calm his nerves a little, which were still shot from the unexpected turn of events topped off on what had already ( Read more... )

The confused look on his face says it all when Justin enters; this certainly wasn't the art gallery he though he had just been about to enter, unless there was some profound, artistic meaning to be found in a hotel lobby. New York City was large and, admittedly, a person could get lost in it, but he'd been to his destination before. This? Just didn ( Read more... )