... on the bed was cold.I shot up immediately, terrified that he might have left to go...
Wherever it was that he was planning on going. Thankfully, he was just
sitting on the floor by the window, fully clothed and peering out through
the blinds. He glanced over at my sudden movement, and I sighed in relief.I thought you were gone, I confessed as he walked back over to the
couch. What time is it?About four in the morning, he said, glancing to the window
nervously. That disturbed me.Whats wrong? I asked softly, and he sighed.They found me, he said dejectedly. Ive gotta get out of here,
dude, and soon. I mean, Ive heard stories about people like them from
Michael. Theyre likely to *lynch* me if I dont get out.What do you mean, they found you? I asked, stunned. Somehow, this
wasnt exactly the way I pictured my first morning after.I mean, we didnt close the blinds last night, he explained, regret
and bitterness in his voice. I woke up, and that freak Mammoth was
staring right at us from the street. God, how could I have been so
stupid...?He buried his face in his hands, and I heard him sniffling a little.
I moved to wrap my arms around him, to comfort him, but he fought me off,
shaking his head and trembling slightly.No... No, theyre still outside, Mammoth mustve called them all
together, they could see you do that, he said in a rushed whisper.
Listen, you have to stay here. I dont. Dont give them any incentive to