12 hours of driving. 725 Miles. Turns out I could have left yesterday anyways. There was bad weather across the entire state of Arkansas. Check engine light came on just past Little Rock. Forget it. It’s gotta be a false reading. I just dropped $800 bills on this car. Pressing on. Past Fort Smith, AR. Through Oklahoma City. Looks like a really cool city. No time to stop. Into Texas. Where did everything go? Ahh, Amarillo. Hotels are expensive. Found a place with rooms for $50 a night. “To the left at the very back.” They said. As I pulled back there I was talking to my aunt. Looking at the building, I could tell it was noticably different from the front of the hotel. Something out of 1960s horror movie. I told my aunt to be prepared to call 911. Walking into the room…I froze. Looking around. Words cannot describe. I got back in my car and went back to the front desk. My aunt laughing as I ask for an upgrade. I keep repeating, “It’s not funny. Seriously, it’s not funny.” She keeps laughing. They give me a room with a king size bed and a lounge room connected. There’s a whole other entrance on the other side of the room. First order of business–secure the room. Doors locked. Bathroom light left on. I’m prepared to make a fast getaway if Jason comes barreling through one of those doors. I fall asleep as quick as I can. Ready for morning to come.