We're staying at a motel now. Two rooms, one for the guys, one for the girls.

I've always disliked motels; they always have an antiseptic smell to them. But I shouldn't complain, really. It's better than sleeping outside. It's a good thing we have enough money for the rooms, although I don't know how long the money will last.

John still looks twitchy and nervous all the time. I've asked if he needs any medication, but he didn't answer me. I think perhaps he does, but doesn't want to take it or doesn't want us to use the money to fill the prescription. It would be a burden, but if he needs it, we should get it for him. We in this together.