So many months passed after I visited New York City. I could not cope with the fact that I lost Alison just like that in that mall. I knew it was my decision not to look for her for the time being. I just had a bad feeling about Annette. Ever since I told her about Alison and me, she became very mysterious, which gave me a bad premonition. I needed to find a way to find out what Annette was up to doing. It wasn't something good, that's for sure. All this thinking and remembrance of how I had treated Alison back then had me suffering from insomnia. Thus, I found the easiest way to defeat it. Now and then, I would go to a bar nearby and get myself knocked out. Poor Tom was after me like a babysitter, trying to bring me back to my senses.
I was trying to think of a way to learn about Alison
