Kevin’s view:
I was just coming out of the stairway leading up to our floor, when I spotted Alex, whom we call A.J., our second youngest in the group, sneaking down the hallway.
“What is he up to now?” I wonder.
I remain hidden by the door as I silently watch him slink down the hall, and look about nervously, before picking the lock on my Hotel room door.
“Why’s he sneaking into my room?” I ask myself. “He’d better not be pulling some prank.”