Actually, he had a hell of a lot more than one of them right now, but there was really only one thing in particular that he could focus on at the moment. Michaela wasn’t answering his texts. Or his calls. He had managed to teach his class that morning, thanks only to Anna’s knowledge of the utility door into the basement of the building—which he was absolutely going to ask her about some day. It had actually gone pretty well, if he ignored the way his students were all staring at him like he was someone they’d never seen before. After that, he hadn’t been willing to push his luck and had cancelled his office hours for later in the morning, partly because he figured it could be a madhouse, but mostly because he was a total coward and avoiding Dick by any means necessary. Now it was mid-day, and he was trapped in his house. He paced around his living room, actively resisting the urge to look out the front windows to be sure he hadn’t hallucinated what was currently happening out on the sidewalk.
