That sobered him up out of any amusement he might have felt. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses and he felt a moment of being human creeping up on him. I've been here a couple of months. The fact taht he could be stuck here for longer than a week or two, for a few months. It was still getting to him. He realized that he couldn't leave, but this was fucking ridiculous.
"A couple of months." He frowned, looking back at the hotel. "Have you tried getting into your car? Driving off?" He wanted to know that there was a way. Panic welled up and he stamped it down. He didn't care. Why did he care? His money? His businesses? Fuck. No. He just didn't want to die here. He didn't want to stay here. He needed to be in control and this was as far from control as possible.