Ed Okin wakes up, alone in the hotel room of the Ramada Inn. His hands are still folded behind his head. 

He stands up, and peels back the window curtain. It’s daytime. Cars drive past the front of the Ramada, and airplanes fly overhead. 

Ed looks in the bathroom. The bloody washcloths and towels are still scattered on the countertops. 

He returns to the bed and sits down. Looking around the room, he notices a thick envelope tucked into his jacket pocket that’s laying at the end of his bed. 

He opens the envelope. Inside are two stacks of $100 bills, totally $20,000. 

Ed puts on his jacket and shoes, and walks into the Ramada hallway. He spots a cleaning woman with her housekeeping cart.