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"No, no, no, no, no!" Were the first words out of Samuel James Witwicky's mouth as he scrambled up to his feet. His eyes darted around the room, bouncing back and forth from wall to wall. Okay, so, he was in a room. That much was obvious. But it wasn't his dorm. There was no annoying roommate slamming him with questions. There weren't posters of half naked women hanging on the wall or stacks of kitten calendars shoved in a corner. No computers. In short: there was no mess.
Besides the room being clean, Sam noticed there was a bed, nightstand, dresser and two closed doors. Sure, the boy noticed it but he didn't let the details of the room sink in and settle.
Instead, images were flooding his mind. He was recalling what he had been doing before waking up. He was-- at a party. No, that was a few nights ago. Oh. Right. He was on his way to class. "Oh shit!" His first day. He was missing his first day of class. Sam grunted, throwing his hands into the air and pacing back and forth. This was a good way to get himself kicked out of an expensive University, that's for sure.
Sam abruptly stopped and spat out another 'no'. He had to stop thinking about getting kicked out of school and focus more on where he was and how he was getting back to school. He had no way of contacting Bumblebee afterall... Sure he had his cell phone but 'Bee didn't. "Okay. That's it. I can't stay in here. I just can't. I mean-- If I stay here, I could end up dead. Who knows. I've probably been kidnapped by a psychopathic murder who gets off on killing college students. ...Oh god. Okay. Calm down Sam. Nothing like that is gonna happen. You're getting worked up for no reason. Sure you woke up in a weird place. I mean. There's gotta be some explanation for this. A reasonable, logical explanation. "
And now Sam was working himself into a panic attack. This took everything to a brand new level. He was used to dealing with alien robots. If this had some involvement with robots then he probably wouldn't be getting so worked up. Right? Maybe. But there was no way a robotic being could place him in a small room when it was at least ten times the size of it in height.
Now he really needed to get out of this room and figure some things out. So he rushed to the door, swung it open and ran out as quickly as he could. Which for Sam? Was almost lightning speed.
His heart was ramming against his rib cage as he looked up and down the... hallway? A very long hallway with lots of doors. Sam raised his eyebrow and stood up straight. "Okaaaaay..." Maybe he was expecting a run down building with all sorts of rodents crawling around. Taking a closer look, the hallway didn't look... perfect but it still wasn't what he expected. At all. Whatever. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of this place as quickly as possibly before his kidnapper showed it's ugly face.
So he walked down the hallway. There really wasn't much else he could do since he wasn't planning on standing there. It didn't take long until Sam found the elevator. Jumping in, he made his destination the main floor. Was he really in a hotel? Maybe he wasn't kidnapped... maybe Mikaela called him up with a surprise visit and they had a wild night that Sam forgot...? No. He'd never forget Mikaela or anything special that they would do. Not in a million years.
Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, still in thought: Why would his kidnapper get a hotel room? There would be camera in the lobby that would catch him, credit card information, his name. And wouldn't they have seen said kidnapper walk in with a sleeping person and find it questionable? None of this was adding up. Not making any sense. All it was doing was pushing Sam towards the edge of a mental freakout moment which would include arm waving and loud shrieks.
Finally he took a pause. Trying to ease his mind and take deep breathes as he flicked the corners of a piece of paper.
Wait. Paper? Sam emptied his pockets out this morning. All that should have been in there was his phone. "What in the world--" He pulled it out and stared at a letter. Yeah, this was new. Sam read the long letter in under a second and blinked.
And blinked.
Oh yeah, there was more blinking as he took the contents in. "What?!" He shrieked. "No no no no no no no! This isn't possible! There is no-- why would-- what kind of sick-- who would do that?!" Sam dropped the letter and brought his hands to his face, lightly smacking his cheeks. "Okay Sam! Now you gotta wake up. Because for some reason you're having a gay dream. And you're not gay. And you have a hot babe of a girlfriend waiting for you and oh god did that letter say Vegas?!
No. It's a joke. Haha- a joke. Great. Leo wanted his room back and he did this. And is this just some kind of threat? Does he really think I'm interested in Alice? Because I'm not. She's a little too creepy for me. Like really creepy.
Yeah. It's a joke. Oh man-- Hahaha-- I can't believe I almost bought it! Wow. Leo really must be desperate. You know what? He can have the room. I didn't like him anyway." Sam snatched the letter up and ripped it to tiny pieces, throwing them out when he stepped out from the elevator.
Wait if Leo got him a hotel room and this is where he was going to stay--
Sam searched his pockets. The four on his pants and the one on his dress shirt. He had no keycard. He left it in the hotel room.
"Shit!" He cursed loudly, "Could today get any worse?!"
Besides the room being clean, Sam noticed there was a bed, nightstand, dresser and two closed doors. Sure, the boy noticed it but he didn't let the details of the room sink in and settle.
Instead, images were flooding his mind. He was recalling what he had been doing before waking up. He was-- at a party. No, that was a few nights ago. Oh. Right. He was on his way to class. "Oh shit!" His first day. He was missing his first day of class. Sam grunted, throwing his hands into the air and pacing back and forth. This was a good way to get himself kicked out of an expensive University, that's for sure.
Sam abruptly stopped and spat out another 'no'. He had to stop thinking about getting kicked out of school and focus more on where he was and how he was getting back to school. He had no way of contacting Bumblebee afterall... Sure he had his cell phone but 'Bee didn't. "Okay. That's it. I can't stay in here. I just can't. I mean-- If I stay here, I could end up dead. Who knows. I've probably been kidnapped by a psychopathic murder who gets off on killing college students. ...Oh god. Okay. Calm down Sam. Nothing like that is gonna happen. You're getting worked up for no reason. Sure you woke up in a weird place. I mean. There's gotta be some explanation for this. A reasonable, logical explanation. "
And now Sam was working himself into a panic attack. This took everything to a brand new level. He was used to dealing with alien robots. If this had some involvement with robots then he probably wouldn't be getting so worked up. Right? Maybe. But there was no way a robotic being could place him in a small room when it was at least ten times the size of it in height.
Now he really needed to get out of this room and figure some things out. So he rushed to the door, swung it open and ran out as quickly as he could. Which for Sam? Was almost lightning speed.
His heart was ramming against his rib cage as he looked up and down the... hallway? A very long hallway with lots of doors. Sam raised his eyebrow and stood up straight. "Okaaaaay..." Maybe he was expecting a run down building with all sorts of rodents crawling around. Taking a closer look, the hallway didn't look... perfect but it still wasn't what he expected. At all. Whatever. It didn't matter to him, all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of this place as quickly as possibly before his kidnapper showed it's ugly face.
So he walked down the hallway. There really wasn't much else he could do since he wasn't planning on standing there. It didn't take long until Sam found the elevator. Jumping in, he made his destination the main floor. Was he really in a hotel? Maybe he wasn't kidnapped... maybe Mikaela called him up with a surprise visit and they had a wild night that Sam forgot...? No. He'd never forget Mikaela or anything special that they would do. Not in a million years.
Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, still in thought: Why would his kidnapper get a hotel room? There would be camera in the lobby that would catch him, credit card information, his name. And wouldn't they have seen said kidnapper walk in with a sleeping person and find it questionable? None of this was adding up. Not making any sense. All it was doing was pushing Sam towards the edge of a mental freakout moment which would include arm waving and loud shrieks.
Finally he took a pause. Trying to ease his mind and take deep breathes as he flicked the corners of a piece of paper.
Wait. Paper? Sam emptied his pockets out this morning. All that should have been in there was his phone. "What in the world--" He pulled it out and stared at a letter. Yeah, this was new. Sam read the long letter in under a second and blinked.
And blinked.
Oh yeah, there was more blinking as he took the contents in. "What?!" He shrieked. "No no no no no no no! This isn't possible! There is no-- why would-- what kind of sick-- who would do that?!" Sam dropped the letter and brought his hands to his face, lightly smacking his cheeks. "Okay Sam! Now you gotta wake up. Because for some reason you're having a gay dream. And you're not gay. And you have a hot babe of a girlfriend waiting for you and oh god did that letter say Vegas?!
No. It's a joke. Haha- a joke. Great. Leo wanted his room back and he did this. And is this just some kind of threat? Does he really think I'm interested in Alice? Because I'm not. She's a little too creepy for me. Like really creepy.
Yeah. It's a joke. Oh man-- Hahaha-- I can't believe I almost bought it! Wow. Leo really must be desperate. You know what? He can have the room. I didn't like him anyway." Sam snatched the letter up and ripped it to tiny pieces, throwing them out when he stepped out from the elevator.
Wait if Leo got him a hotel room and this is where he was going to stay--
Sam searched his pockets. The four on his pants and the one on his dress shirt. He had no keycard. He left it in the hotel room.
"Shit!" He cursed loudly, "Could today get any worse?!"