Issac Therman -<strong>Room 4</strong>-<em>waking up late</em><br/><br/>Issac Therman woke up in his bed in a daze. He could have sworn that he was on an island with a Native American girl, drinking martinis and playing golf, just before the giant squid attacked. Shaking his head at the thought as he rose, he was ashamed of himself that he believed it to be real. It was just one of those dreams that made no sense, but was so vivid that it had to be real. Rubbing his eyes and making his way out of bed, he felt that he was sweating quite a bit in his dream. It had to have been the reason his mouth was so dry at the moment. As he removed his fingers from his eyes, he laid them upon the clock, and noticed that it was 9:00 a.m. He was supposed to be at his post in the lobby at 8:30.<br/><br/>"Oh, shit!" he yelled, loud enough that anyone on the 2nd floor could hear him through his closed door. He was rather easygoing with most things, but as he had changed his personality a slight bit during his time working odd jobs where time was critical, being late was not something he took well any longer. He rushed quite clumsily to the closet, reaching for his black suit he had planned to wear for the day. Hastily putting it on, he left the collar up, not caring about appearance at the moment. He then rushed himself into the matching pair of black pants, quickly tucking in the suit, leaving a little bit of it sticking out in back. He then rushed to his black shoes, forgetting about the belt. After he deemed he was dressed enough, he open the door to Room 4 and rushed out into the hall, running to the elevator.