Er... No Title, chapter 5

We pulled up back at the hotel. We had gotten a bandage on the way, and although it wasn't that good and made my wrist sting so bad at least I had finally found something (we were searching for a place that would be open at that time (12am).
When we stepped out we made our way back to the room. There was a weird silence around the hotel, and it seemed really creepy. (When we got back we found out it was an old hunting lodge.)
I turned the key and layed down on my bed.
"Ow!" I screamed. I turned round and saw the maid had stuck my MP3 (with rock hard headphones) on my bed. "Stupid maid. Well, goodnight. Our last day in LA tommorow." I sighed. I didn't want to leave now. It was so cool to be out the country for once. But at the same time I missed England a lot.
Well, when we got to the plane station it was baking hot. We knew in England it would probably be pretty cold, and when we got back we were probably... oh no. I forgot to ask the post office to cut off our service until we got back. Oh well.
"I can't believe we saw Tre."
I turned my head to the window and tried to ignore her.
"Tre was great at playing the drums. I wish he could have come down stage."
"But that's never going to happen."
"I know... I wish we could see Tre again."
"Yeah, well, we can't."
"I know, I know.... Tre."
I turned on my MP3 and looked out the window.
"Tre." I could hear her above my music. She kept saying that name over and over again. She discovered my way of shutting her up and used it to make thins worse.

When we got back to England we drove home right away. It took about an hour and 2, but we were just glad that the whole thing was over and done with.
"You know... we should see Greenday again."
"It'll never happen."