A musclebound, athletic teenage boy stood at an arcade machine in the corner of the Hotel's multipurpose game room. He wasn't an arcade junkie by any means, but he was bored often enough so that he had almost perfected his ability to exterminate pixelated aliens.
Almost.
As his final spacecraft was obliterated and the two notorious words flashed on the screen, he kicked the stupid machine and fished in his pockets for another quarter. Not one.
He sighed, "Damnit... now what?"