When they bought the motel, he was sure that they’d make a fortune. She wasn’t so sure, but went along with the idea. Maybe he was right. "Who knows?", she thought at the time. No-one could have predicted that a new highway would be built just a few miles away, making the road their motel was on obsolete. Now she only had two rooms made up at any given time, and never turned off the neon “No Vacancy” sign. She drained the pool, watching the water vanish in the desert sun, along with their hopes and dreams.