They all have their hobbies during the late afternoon hours.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Terry, a connoisseur of classics like Pac-Man and Pong, can be heard cursing his video games all the way from check-in. Sol contents himself tinkering with his wrist watch, tightening tiny springs, or his model carnival clicking together plastic Ferris wheels or painting petite clowns – it is the most difficult thing in the world to get their red noses right. Leonard, meanwhile, ignores concentric cracks in the library’s linoleum deriving his salvation from stories. Here, it is important to have a hobby. Something, anything to do with your hands.