The Hour-Long Drive Is Over

As the key hits the lock on the front door, I toss what’s left of my cigarette aside. All I want to do now is make my way up the two flights of stairs, pop two painkillers, and fall asleep on my futon while scratching Luna behind the ears. My face is healing, so I don’t have to worry about icing it down tonight. I can change my bandages in the morning.

Or in the afternoon when I finally roll out of bed.

I got a big day ahead of me tomorrow. Tomorrow, I start looking for Campbell. It’s high time he got his. Especially in regards to recent events.

The door closes behind me. I make my way up the first set of stairs like a sloth on downers. I’m just about to put my foot on the first step of the second flight when the hall door opens behind me.

“Levi,” Jacks says, already rushing down the stairs. He doesn’t even stop to see if I respond. I back up to look down the stairway after him. He’s already pushing open the front door. “I need your assistance.”

So much for collapsing on my futon.