Chapter 6: Dial Tone

I wake up the next morning and shower. I eat breakfast, with Sapphire, and it feels different. Everything feels different. When I sleep, I usually place my hand on Rick-...His. I usually placed my hand on HIS chest. But, last night, I didn't. I couldn't. I've got to get used to this life now, though. I have to make a new routine for myself; one that abides by my priorities.

I go back to my room and call the bank. I had already payed for last nights stay, and I'm left with $862.57. Most of the money I have stored in there was supposed to go towards the Art Galla, but that was long gone. I sit down in my bed and start making calls to check out affordable, yet nice apartments.

(2 hours later)

"Hi this is David with the KA, what can I help you with today?".

"Hello, my name is Mary, is this the Kingston Apartments?".

"This is Kingston, yes, the landlord is out right now so you'll be speaking with me.".

I drive over to the area and filled out the paperwork for a one-bedroom apartment. Maybe a week in, and I was fully, comfortably settled in my new home. It's Tuesday night, and me being too tired to have "Taco Tuesday", I order delivery. The Chinese man knocks on the door and I dig in my wallet for some cash. A paper or two falls out while I rummage in a hurry. He leaves with a quick "have a good night" and I shut the door. I pick up the papers which happen to be an old K-Mart receipt and a little slip of paper. I immediately recognize it to be Michael's number, and after a couple bites of stir fry, I finally decide to call the number.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

Until I hear a hella familiar voice pick up and announce, "Hello?".