Home is Where?
When I got back to town, the first thing I did was drop a note in Chris's mailbox just to say hey, I'm fine. I'm still alive. That sort of thing. I don't know how long he waited for me outside my place of employment last night, and I don't know if he went looking for me when I didn't come out. I don't know if he slept like a baby or whether he was up all night worrying what might have happened to me.
I assume nobody worries about me because they know I can take care of myself, but what if people do worry? What if Chris worries? What if my mother does? I doubt that, but it's food for thought.
After dropping off that note for Chris, I followed my little map to Ethan's apartment. I crashed for hours. I'd nodded off, briefly, on the bus ride home, but I sleep with on
