Future Present

"Mr. Cube?" the desk clerk said as he saw the thin, lanky man sign the guest registration card. 

"Yes?" 

"There's a package waiting for you here," the desk clerk said with surprise. 

"You sure it's for me?" Max asked as he signed for the package. He just got here and had decided to get a room at the first available place. 

"Yes, sir," the desk clerk replied. "A young girl came in three days ago and said that you would be signing in."

Max had told nobody of his plans and where he was going. He accepted the parcel and took it to his room.