He was hungry. He should’ve grabbed a bite before the Night Shift search. Did they have room service in this Merlin forgotten place? There was one of those telephones on the nightstand table next to the bed. He had not tried it yet. The few times he dared to eat something, had been at a street kiosk. The only thing he had tried from the hotel was that insane hibiscus tea they served in the mornings. There was one of those flowers always placed in his pillow. It never looked withered so he was assuming they changed it every day even if his bed was always made because he had not slept in it. 