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The door to Solomon's room creeps open. Disheveled, Solomon ekes out into the hallway. His clothes are soaked with his own sweat and stained with vomit.
Gingerly, unsteadily, Solomon makes his way through the space. The hotel seeming oddly - and creepily - empty at the moment. Eventually, Solomon arrives to a KITCHEN where he comes upon some "COLORED" SERVANTS. Solomon does everything in his power to right himself. Despite being sweaty and covered in his own bile, Solomon works - actually struggles - to make himself seem presentable.
SOLOMON
Water, please. May I have water?
A FEMALE SERVANT pours a glass of water which Solomon gulps down, spilling as much on himself as actually taking in.
GADSBY SERVANT
More, sir?
Again working to be proper:
SOLOMON
It's sufficient.
As he came in, Solomon makes the same effort to propel himself from the space.