The night that got longer without asking
It happens in a particular order. Dinner ran long, or the last round did. The station board says the next departure is in five hours. Somebody finds a room, or you already had one and simply cannot get out to it. By the time all of that resolves it is past one, everything that serves food has closed, and you are in a building you have never been in before with nothing planned and no reason to sleep yet. That is the hour these bookings come from, and the tone of the messages is always the same: not desperate, just suddenly holding more night than expected.











