New Roomie
This place is strange, listeners. It is somehow both familiar and completely alien to me. In some ways, it resembles home. But there is this foreboding air to the place, and I can't put my finger on it.
Finally, Cecil had decided to put an end to his day. He had found nothing on his first venture through the park, and had decided it would be best to go back to the hotel before it got dark. While he felt perfectly safe walking around after dark in his home of Night Vale, he did not feel that same safety in this new place. And he wanted to be inside, where he hoped he would be safe, until he knew more.
So, he had consulted his information and found his room, 208, and he settled in for the evening. The information said he would have a roommate, but so far, the room had stayed empty. So he was left alone with his thoughts of home, confusion about his new surroundings, and thoughts of how much he missed his Carlos.
To be taken from home so soon after my perfect Carlos was brought back from that desert other-world. It's not fair, my dear listeners.
He had been carrying his phone and charger (he always had one on him, always prepared) when he was taken from home, so he sat at the desk of the hotel room charging his phone. He could not call home with it, but he could look at the photos. And that's what he did, while the phone charged, he flipped through pictures of himself and Carlos, and smiled fondly.
He was torn from his thoughts when he heard the door open. Cecil turned to look at who he assumed to be his roommate, all three eyes taking in the sight of the rather young looking man entering the room.
"Hello," Cecil greeted, "You must be my new roommate."
