“Thank you,” Tim said, smiling.

Bob yawned in response.

“Well, that’s enough excitement for one day for this old man. We’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and hopefully I can hold out until then to pass out. Hang tight.”

The men exchanged handshakes as they walked Bob to the door. Tim headed outside as well, intent on returning to his room but Marcus stopped him.

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good. You’re really pale.”

“Yeah man, I’m good. I just can’t believe all of this…and thanks.”

“For what?”

“For stopping me last night and for believing in me. I knew that Bob didn’t—at least not at first—but knowing that you did made me feel...

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