Things were awful.<br/><br/>Joel sat in the changing room with a white towel over his head.  He had just been eliminated in the first round of the Los Angeles Masters Challenge by an unseeded player.  He had only won 3 of his service games and failed to break his opponent even once.  During the post match press conference a reporter had asked him if he was considering retirement.  He wasn’t even 30 yet and people were already talking about his retirement.  But it had gotten him thinking, maybe he should retire, before things got worse, but then again that probably wasn’t possible.  Joel had officially hit rock bottom.  He needed to talk to someone, but he had no one.  Ever since she had died, he had had no one.<br/><br/>Suddenly the faint sound of Highway to Hell came from his bag.  Joel recognized the ring tone and pulled out his phone to check the new text.  He read it and a little smile came to him.<br/><br/>He wouldn’t be alone…. not tonight.<br/><br/>He checked the time on his phone and then slid it back into his bag.  He had to get back to his hotel, he needed to be ready.  He wasn’t completely enthused yet, but he wasn’t quite as down as he had been only minutes before hand.  Joel gathered all his things and then left discreetly out the side entrance to the players’ quarters, not that anyone would have really bothered him.  He got into his rented convertible, turned the key in the ignition and rolled out of the parking lot.  In about 10 minutes he was back at the hotel, he gave the keys to the valet and took his things inside.<br/><br/>The tall brown haired tennis player stepped out of the elevator at the South Que Hotel on the 9th floor.  He was staying in his own personal suite tonight, room 969.  Since he spent so much time in LA he had the hotel keep a room currently booked for him, one the less expensive suites.  He threw his tennis gear in the front closet and then went into the kitchen and looked at the main room (http://i0.bookcdn.com/data/Photos/LargePhoto2/74/7450/7450167/Sheraton-Gateway-Los-Angeles-Hotel-photos-Room.JPEG).  He walked over to the bed and turned to the left into the bathroom.  He stripped his clothes and showered again, wanting to be presentable for tonight.  When he finished he got dressed in a pair of jeans a long-sleeved t-shirt and a sports jacket.  He wasn’t knew that she was high class but he didn’t want to be too formal.<br/><br/>After he was dressed Joel went out in his stockinged feet and sat on the couch and settled in to watch a movie until 9.