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On the verge of passing out Joey stumbled into the room. Finding an open area, he carefully dropped all of the suitcases onto the floor while his body collapsed on top of them. "Ya know Zaire, you shouldn't pack so much stuff. Think about my well being, if I get arthritis there goes my career, life, and chances of surviving. It was a nice workout though." Using his quick rejuvenating genes, he hopped off the floor and onto his feet, full of strength once again.

Looking around the room it felt like a prison in this place, where was the pizzazz? Lucky Zaire was going to live in this place so it won't be like this for long. Maybe he could bring her over to fix up his room, make it worthy of his residence. Walking over to a bed he placed his hand on it and pushed against it, "Are these mattresses or mountain ranges, sorry but I'd rather take the floor." Looking down it didn't really look more welcoming, but it wasn't like these beds. He wasn't going to sleep on the floor though, that was demeaning.

Leaning on the wall near the door Joey asked, "So how long do you think we'll have to stay here? My bet is 3 months."