Karen followed the tired figures into the hotel. Walking through the lobby and heading for the restaurant at the side, she was starving and thinking about her order even before they got to the doors when her path veered from Izzy‟s as he headed toward the elevators, the rest of the band continuing along their path to dinner. "Izzy, where are you going?" He looked back over his shoulder and motioned to the elevator, too tired to even speak out loud. Facing forward again, he pushed the button on the wall and waited for the doors to open, and leaned up against the wall to stay on his feet. "Izzy, it‟s nearly midnight, I‟m starved, and you have to eat," Karen said softly when she made it to his side. She took his hand in hers and gently tugged, trying to move him back across the lobby. She had never seen a man move so much or work so hard. The rehearsal had begun at 7 am and now at 11:30 pm they stood back at the hotel, and he looked like hell. "Too tired," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the day spent singing and yelling out directions to the crew. "You haven‟t eaten all day, Iz." Karen pulled again, this time demanding that he follow, but he resisted and leaned harder into the wall. Anyone walking by would think he was determined to hold up the wall, rather than the other way around. "I‟m tired," he insisted as the elevator doors slid open. He pulled away and stumbled inside, sliding down the rear wall of the room, and letting his head fall back. He watched her follow him in, through barely slit eyes. "Go get something to eat. I can find my bed myself." He waved her off.