I was flickered back to reality when I heard the faint sounds of footsteps dragging around on the hallways. Realizing that I wasn't obviously only left alone to be awaken at such a late hour in the morning, my hands quickly worked itselves to fumble through the drawers of the bedside table, in an attempt to hide the letter.
If I needed some sort of evident for anytime, this piece of paper might be my only ally, untill I found something more useful in the future.
When I was assured that the letter wouldn't be easily founded as it was dug deep under the countless old magazines in the last drawer - which was a bit unusual because I never thought Johnny would be keeping any outdated magazines in his apartment - I headed outside the door.
Walking past the corridor, my eyes caught a scene of
