I woke up later that morning and immediately realized two things; my head didn"t seem to hurt as much as it had just hours earlier, and Billy was no longer in my apartment. The latter of those realizations came through like some sort of sixth sense—I just knew that I was alone. I went into the living room and found the throw blanket folded neatly on the couch and a note lying on top of it, asking me to come over as soon as I was awake. Since the hundreds of questions were quickly multiplying into thousands, I thought getting over to Justine"s was a great idea. I made coffee, jumped in the shower, and got dressed quickly. After downing two cups of much needed caffeine and some toast, I left for my neighbor"s apartment.
Billy answered the door and I was immediately put out with her. She loo
