Even behind the closed doors and curtains of his grimy room at the Majestic, the local motel, Nightingale could feel the locals' eyes on him, the unrelenting pressure of their judgment.
He forced it out of his mind. For all he knew they could all be under Wake's spell already. You do what you have to do to get the job done.
He took comfort from the bottle in his hand: "Please," he thought, "just let me get through this."
Departure Manuscript: Nightingale in the Majestic
