Dante was about ready to go home. Actually, he was about ready to go down to the city, but he didn't have any money and he wasn't at the level of desperation yet where he'd go hitchhiking.

So instead he was back on his bed, drinking something from the mini-bar and watching shitty reality shows on TV.

"Seriously, why the fuck is she still on this show?"

... and after several days, it was making him antsy, feeling like he was wasting time. Sigh.