"I love how you always notice the little things."

I walked the entire fifth floor, hoping that seeing the number would jog my memory, but it was still a huge blank for me.

I slumped down at the wall beside the last room of the floor. I was cold, tired, thirsty, hungry and my feet felt like a truck ran over them.

After sitting there and moping for a while, I eventually fell asleep. I woke up to something continuously poking my side and I groaned while struggling to open my eyes.

The sun was directly in my face which made it very hard for me to open my eyes so I turned around on the side where the person was poking me with what felt like their big toe.

I slowly opened my eyes and I was face to face with a dark-skinned woman's foot that had neon pink painted toenails.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor in front of my door?" questioned a very familiar voice.

My eyes went wide and I quickly looked up at the woman.

"Cloey?"

"Katie?"