When he arrived at Alan's he could tell nobody was awake. There was only the soft night lights in the inside. But for some strange reason Alan's car wasn't parked outside. Had he already gone back to

Westcity

?

Jack thought of what he should do. He was so tired. But he really shouldn't go to Alan's when Alan wasn't there. His mom might find it strange. Worse... Jack didn't want Alan's mom getting any ideas. He'd found himself in sticky situations before.

So he decided to drive over to Aaron's. Aaron always had room for him. And often he was awake at this hour. Jack's eyelids were drooping. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself awake. The drive was only seven minutes but he was worried of crashing.

If he were to die here the world would listen to that final radio interview over and over. Analyzing it to figure out what had been going on in Jack's mind at the final moments. Was he planning it... as in had it been a suicide rather than an accident?

The answers were a frustrating no! Jack thought while biting into his tongue and then his gums as hard as he could without drawing blood. If he died here history would think that he was some depressive that offed himself.

Well maybe he was depressed. But he wasn't trying to kill himself. He was trying to find a comfortable, semi clean bed that he could crash in. Three minutes left. There were hardly any cars on the road. Thank god.