Famine had indeed smelled worse, and was mostly able to ignore the stench coming from Patrick. Honestly, for being missing for a month, there were far worst states he could be in. Smelly but alive was always preferable.
"Of course we can," she answered. "I booked a room before I left, you can have a hot shower and I'll get you some food." She pulled out her phone to order another Uber, tapping in the address and settling in for the short wait.
"So you don't have any memory at all of how you got here?" she asked. "What's the last thing you do remember?"