The hotel room was supposed to be empty. Steam curls under the bathroom door. The shower hisses. You're completely unaware that someone just used a keycard that wasn't theirs - and that he's now standing in the middle of your room, frozen. Eminem has made a thousand split-second decisions in his life. Walk in or walk out should be the easiest one. It isn't. The frosted glass blurs everything, but the silhouette is enough to root him to the floor. He tells himself he'll leave in a second. That second keeps stretching. When the water finally cuts off, there's nowhere to hide - and no clean explanation for why he stayed.