In a small room of and old hotel on the other side of town Murray sat on an upturned milk crate with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. He knew how Jenna would be feeling right now, but that had been the plan hadn't it? However he hadn't known it would make him feel like this. That hadn't been part of the plan.
Grabbing a rag from the floor he blew his nose, but his thumb slipped through a hole in the rag and he blew snot all over his hand. He had to laugh.