Taylor's guest

Grip-of-Steel had found Taylor's apartment easily enough. The key had been where Taylor had said it would be. Grip-of-Steel hadn't felt so good since leaving Glenwood Springs months ago. He took his backpack to the guest room and went straight to the fridge. Chicken! This must be my lucky day! After 15 minutes he had eaten the biggest single meal he had had in weeks. Grip-of-Steel made sure he cleaned everything afterwards, like he hadn't ever been there. Then he went to the guest room. This feels like a dream... and this time it doesn't seem to be a nightmare. Grip-of-Steel surrendered to his exhaustion and soon the only thing that could be heard in the apartment was snoring.