<strong>All Things Watching</strong><br/><br/>Phillip didn't have enough money to be assigned his own vacation house or a guide, but he was certainly a subject of interest. If a tourist couldn't afford the services or brothel or didn't need the services of the clinic it tended to throw up red flags. The family loved to sniff out agents among the tourist trade. At the docks he would be given a stub with his hotel key and some information about the local beaches and when the stalls in the town square were open. Excluding the few buildings built for the tourists, a few beach houses and two small hotels, there was little to the town except squalid dwellings, a warehouse, a port big enough to dock one large vessel, and an open air market of stall vendors that could be somewhat lively by day. The one paved road on the island led to the Xantelli Manor, which sat in the center of the island.<br/><br/>As Phillip went about his search for his room a seagull would land nearby and caw. Occasionally a bee would buzz about his head.<br/><br/>The hotel he had booked was the 'bargain suite' a small run down brick building on the edge of the tourist district. His assigned room was in deplorable condition. The air conditioner was broken along with the back window. The toilet had no running water. It was damp, the carpet was dirty, and the mattress on the twin sized bed looked as if it was sinking to the center of the earth. The rust stains in the stand up shower made it look like someone had been murdered. It was a cramped small room with a bed and a bath room that didn't have running water. There were instructions on a pitcher to fill the toilet with water before using and flushing.<br/><br/>There was one set of drawers for clothes, a candle sitting atop it. The room was full of bugs, a large spider web with a very big yellow spider was in the corner. There were flies, fat horse flies, and the occasional bee buzzing through the cracked window. Phillip would be left to his own devices, to be observed by nature for a little while.