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He couldn’t believe this. 2 a.m. at the airport meant there was no use trying to get a bloody hotel room. It meant he was stuck there, sitting in an comfortable chair and drinking a black coffee, because there was no way he was falling asleep here. He’d lost interest in the book on his blue ipad a long time ago, so Dr. Smith decided stretching his long, aching legs might be a better idea. So he went to a vending machine for a little snack. It would just be his luck that the candy bar got stuck, causing him to bang on the thing, hoping to make his treat fall. “Stupid machine,” he growled, mid-banging. “You don’t get to keep my candy. Not today.”