It was dinner time when Bradley Baker emerged from his room once more. He had showered and changed into a pair of denim jeans and a light pink t-shirt that said Madonna Inn on the front. He still wore his hoodie, but he had slept for see several hours and was feeling a lot better. The warm climate seemed to change his disposition.

He walked the grounds and Halls of the Inn with his hands in his pockets. Occasionally he would take out his iPhone and check to see if there was a signal. Every time where wasn't, he would look annoyed.