So it turns out the traveler is named Sean. Traveling from Portland to see his daughter and new grandson. Traveling on a wing and a prayer. He is exhausted and really has no idea how far away he is.
He said he was hungry but had a bad headache and was sick to his stomach and took a bunch of tylanol PM to go to bed. That didn't really sit well with me. (I'm guessing stress from the drive?) I hadn't decided on a dinner plan for myself either so I hit the Dennys next door and got a patty melt and onion rings for myself (which sounds awesome) and a bowl of chicken noodle soup, grill cheese sandwich, and mashed potatoes for my new buddy. I knocked on his door and said "dinner is here!"
"Oh man, I can't eat."
"Eat something. Get some sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow! See you in the morning."
I think he was happy. If not hungry, at least knowing he's not in the middle of nowhere, with no one.
I hope he eats, sleeps, rejuvanates, and makes it to Knoxville to see his grandson.
