Andy arrived back at the hotel after his short tour of his hometown. Despite all the sugar and energy drink, he was exhausted. He laid down on top of the disgusting hotel blanket and fell asleep.
The phone rang. Andy awoke disoriented. It was dark outside.
"We're all done. We normally do a walk-through afterwards, but given the hour and the fact it's already after dark and the electricity isn't on at the house, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind just calling us in the morning if there are any issues."
"Sure," Andy said.
"Thank you," said the much-more-awake voice on the other side of the line.
He knew he was going to be up all night now. He cursed his terrible sleep habits. He blamed the schedules his gambling career forced him into.
He decided he wanted out of this curse. He didn't need money. He didn't want more success. He didn't want to think about every sentence that escaped his mouth. He wanted people to stop dying.
He took a long shower and thought. He took a long walk in the night and thought.
"I don't want this anymore," he said as he walked back up to the hotel, "whatever this is."