Why do superheroes always leave me abandoned and alone? Dozens of messages to Lexie and Jem left unanswered. Everyone else on the planet has phoned, reporters mostly. I can't even leave the house anymore without them following. They've been parked on the street and inundating me with calls for days. The theories are running as rampant as the gossip, quite a few even coming close to the truth. I've "no commented" until my tongue is sore, barely left the mansion except to go into the office where I locked myself in all day. I hate to admit it but I think I'm afraid to go outside or climb in a car. The first time I had to drive, I popped the hood and checked under the seats and undercarriage for bombs. Even still took five minutes of willing myself in a cold sweat to turn the key. Hasn't gotten much better in the passing days. Hell even inside the office and home I'm on high alert. The house creaks, and I damn near yelp. It's hard waiting for a hammer to drop on my head. Calling a genius psychopath a pussy might not have been the smartest move I've ever made.
