“No, no. I'll, I can get a cab.” Waking Lee up and then making her come out in the cold—her kryptonite—is the last thing he wants on top of everything else.
Focusing on the fact that he has a goal, Michael decides it's now or never. He could end up standing here all night. “I'm gonna get one now. Just a minute,” he says, and hangs up. His change thunks into the bottom of the machine, he picks up his suitcase again, and he leaves.
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Within seven minutes, he's shuffling through the front door of the hotel, then slowly up the stairs, then to room 803. He looks confused, distracted, unsettled. Having warmed up for just long enough in the cab to take the edge off, he's now shivering badly. He knocks on the door.