Kennedy hastily made his way to the hotel he was lodged in for a couple of days.

"Crazy, that witch is crazy! He murmured to himself as he entered the lobby and was just about to walk past the reception, when the receptionist saw him and anxiously called out to him.

"uh, Sir? A word please?" the receptionist solemnly made her way to a frustrated looking Kennedy.

He was still in his yesterday's clothes, he was hungry and simply wanted to be alone.

"Yes? How can I help you?" He asked, ...