John hadn't heard from any of his friends in Italy for the last 24 hours. The last thing he got was a text from Luke, saying "Last flight to Milan!" but that was yesterday afternoon. "See ya soon Johnny-boy." In college, he had gone by Johnny, even though his name was John. He hoped that the lack of communication was because they were having too much fun to post any pictures or send a reminder e-mail. He hoped everything would work itself out.
It was around 3:00 PM when he showed up at the "Ostello della moda." He was exhausted. He went to the front desk and gave his name.
"Sorry, sir. No reservation under that name."
He gave the names of his friends, no luck. "No reservation," the man repeated. He wasn't the one that made the arrangements, so there must have been a mistake. He sat down at a table and tried to text his friends. After a few minutes, still nothing. He went back to the front desk.
"No one checked in under the names Walter, Dylan, Tyler, or Luke. No one?" he said, a little