Poor Kid

Erasmi drove through the quiet streets as the sun came up. Fatigue etched across his face as his eyes seemed to be getting heavy with each passing moment. As he looked up at the name of the small town that he had just entered and stopped outside a small rustic cafe, he could not help but frown. So close. He was now so close.

Furtively, he glanced at the many pictures that lay face down on the passenger seat. His hand edged towards the pictures before he forcefully shook his head. Now was not the time. He was already quite late. He needed to grab a cup of coffee and drive to the nearest hotel before he would consider his next step.