Taylor looked up guiltily from his computer.
"Umm, yeah?"
"Are you ready to go yet? We have to check out in half an hour."
Taylor glanced at his watch.
"Oh damn! I had no idea..."
"Is that a signal for me to worry?"
Taylor laughed and started turning off his laptop.
"I hope not," he replied.
"I'm gonna go check up on the kids."
"Ok."
Taylor went about the last of his packing. After a few minutes, Charlotte toddled in.
"Wanna see my pickie?
"Sure," he replied, stopping what he was doing and kneeling down to her level. "Hey that's really good."
"Fank you, daddy."
Taylor grinned. It was a crayon drawing of a person.
"Who is it?" Taylor asked.
Charlotte shrugged.
"You don't know?"
She shook her head.
"Someone you made up?"
She shook her head again.
Taylor was about to ask another question when Rita came back in the room.
"Oh there you are Char. C'mon sweetie, I'll take you down to the bus," Rita glanced at Taylor. "Can you check us out?"
"Sure. Do you have the keys?"
"Yep. Here. I'll meet you in the bus."
"Yeah."
Rita and Charlotte left as Taylor picked up his last bag. As he started down to the lobby he spent little seconds contemplating the mystery person in Charlotte's drawing, before brushing the incident from his mind.