Walking down the street to the nearest food shop, I grabbed a bite to eat. While I sat at my table waiting for my order, I rested my head on my table. The table was cold against my forehead and I welcomed the chill it sent down my spine. When my eyes started to drift close, I sat up. Pulling out my phone, it was time to distract myself. There were several messages from River. River: Kim talk to me, please. River: When will you be home? I took a nap so I’m awake when you get home. River: Where are you at? It’s after eight. River: Where the hell are you! Are you okay? River: I’m freaking out here. I can’t leave your apartment because I don’t have keys. Please tell me you’re okay. There were several more along those same lines. I forgot to tell him that I was working over. Of course, it wasn’t normal that anyone was at home waiting on me either.
