Mikey looked around. This didn't look like his room. In fact, it looked more like a motel room. He got out of the bed and looked out the window. It was a motel room. The Motorway Motel was a small eight-room motel just a half mile down from his house. How had he gotten here? This didn't make any sense.
He sat back down on the bed, looking around the room to see if there was any clue as to how he got here, but there was none.
He was about to use the phone to call home, but got interrupted by a knock at the door. He froze. Who could that be? he worried.
