Her arms immediately wrapped around his waist as she pressed herself tightly against his back.  Hanz was huge and made the perfect windbreak as he accelerated them away from the rusted truck and the sweet old man who could only gape as his little blonde hitchhiker disappeared down the highway.  As close to Hanz as she was, she should have been able to hear him but the wind rushing past her ears was loud.  Clara felt the rumble of his words travel through his back to her front and gathered that it was his attempt at apologizing for what happened.  It would do for now but later, if they were going to stick together, it would have to be discussed.  How could she ever grow to trust someone who tossed her into a tree when he was hungry?<br/><br/>With her eyes shut tight against the wind, she had no way of knowing where they were headed but the changing engine speed and dropping wind were like huge flashing neon signs that they were slowing down.  Maybe somewhere to eat?  Or perhaps a place to hole up and rest so they could actually figure out what the hell was going on.  The Harley came to a stop and she peeled her eyes open and looked up to see where she was.  In an instant, her mind had made dozens of observations from the number of rooms to how many were occupied, the distance back to the highway, the Maple Forest's Inn nearest neighbor, which car in the parking lot was the best maintained, and many others.<br/><br/>Clara nodded along with his assertion that he was tired.  She was too but she'd been ready to push through that in order to keep herself safe.  "Even if your shirt wasn't destroyed, it's probably better that I go in anyway.  You're huge," she said, implying that his size would be quite intimidating to whoever was inside manning the desk.  Clinging tightly to his shirt as she climbed off the back of the Harley.  "Wait here," ordered the small woman before she turned to head inside the small office to get them a room.<br/><br/>A small bell jangled over the door as she opened it and the same small bell jangled fifteen minutes later to announce her exit from the office.  A key dangled from her fingers as she held it aloft so he could see the number 20 emblazoned on the cheap plastic keychain.  "I got us the room all the way at the end."  She headed down the narrow sidewalk that led past rooms 11 through 20, trusting that he'd either walk the bike next to her or meet her down at their room.<br/><br/>Reaching the door, she quickly unlocked it, a little shake and twist of the knob opened the sticky lock.  It wasn't the most up-to-date but it was surprisingly clean and smelled of cleaning supplies.  The state of the room wasn't a problem.  The problem was that there was only one bed.