Dante fled into the darkness of Florence. He ran for what seemed like hours, as his mind raced along with his feet. He kept chanting over and over again She is my light, my life, my love. I must be possessed. He stopped suddenly down a dark alley way, and threw up the contents of his stomach. He retched over and over again in what seemed his body's attempt to purify his soul from the grievous sin that he had committed. When he finally regained his composure, he stood up and looked around trying to figure out where he is. As his eyes wandered down the alley, he saw the sign for a small run down motel, and he made his way for it. I am filth.
He walks into the lobby of the motel, his green eyes red with fatigue, and emotion. The elderly lady standing behind the counter gawked at his well tailored clothes. The curiosity about why such an apparently wealthy person was doing in her motel was beyond reckoning. He asks for a room, and she gives him one of the best she has. She flips the page on the registry so he can check in, and then rings him up for night. He signs the book, lays down a wad of cash, takes the key and heads up to his room. The lady stares at him as he walks away, and then down at the name in the book, "Anthony Fiascano." Well Anthony, she thinks to herself, I hope you enjoy your stay. She smiles as she counts the money on the counter, and then puts half of it into her purse.
Meanwhile, Dante had reached his room. He jiggles the key in the lock, and after struggling for a bit, the door unlocks, and he kicks the door open. He stands at the threshold of the room, and stares at the brown worn carpet, the queen sized bed with thread bare sheets. He walks into the room and notices that there is a very well stocked mini bar. He immediately grabs the bottle closest to him, cracks it open, and gulps the whole thing down in one swallow. He tosses the bottle to the floor and grabs another, and another and another. Repeating the same process over and over again until the mini bar is empty, and the floor is littered with bottles. He stumbles over to the bed and falls onto it face first. With a loud sob he cries,
"SERAPHINA!!!!!'
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