478 Chapter 478

Back at the hotel, I camped out in Brandon and Elliott's room. The bag of Cheetos was much appreciated since as far as I know, they don't really sell them in those parts. Once again, my tiredness overcame me, and even with the TV on and Elliott chomping away, I passed out on the bed.

By the time Brandon woke me up, the sun was going down. I'd slept virtually the whole day, which was depressing, but I felt so much better. "Do you wanna go get some Irish food?"

"Uh, no," I said, having heard that Irish taste buds are way different than mine. "But I bet we can find something American."

He laughed. "Okay." He wasn't moving yet, though. I realized he had something in his hand. "You should probably go ahead and read the message from Alex."

Brandon must've fished the phone out of my jacket pocket. I had been avoiding it. "Can't it wait until we get home?"

"I guess. But why are you putting it off?"