"I just want to get out," he sighs, no doubt echoing the sentiment of everyone else here. The hotel driving him stir-crazy is the least of his worries at this point.

"You know I've thought about it," he adds quietly. "The quicker way out. Only... I think I'll end up here, again." Or somewhere else, more unbearable than this, losing his soul to his last deal and not having any bargaining chips left once he proverbially pulls the trigger.

Nothing good ever comes from taking the quick way out. Not that Constantine is very good at learning these kinds of lessons.