His stomach sank. He thought once more, this trip is going terribly. He was sweating under his winter 

coat

. He took it off and the wind made him shiver. He looked around trying to spot his bike. Filled with determination, he started to walk the perimeter of the entire 

post office

. But before he made a full circle he lost hope. Instead he thought about walking home, but that wasn't where he wanted to be right now.

Instead he walked a few blocks over, downtown where there was a 

cafe

that he occasionally went to. The 

barista

that served him his 

decaf

 

coffee

reminded him of girls who used to be in the theater program back in college. He had never ever dated one of them, but he thought he ought to. He sat down in the back room and looked around as the music played. The scene of 

hipster

s on laptops in this cafe and the old musty books against the bookshelves as decoration reminded him of back in 

college

when he lived in a co-op.

Seated there sipping his decaf he felt bad about losing his bike. It hadn't been cheap. It was a more than decent bike. Most importantly it had been given to him by his best friend, who had made a joke about how he would probably either lose it or ruin it within two years. He could hear the voice of his friend saying this, and he could feel the wind of that breezy day when his palms were sweating as he anxiously waited to grab the handles of his new gift. "You'll probably lose or wreck it within two years." and then laughter. Now it stung.

He took another sip of coffee. That didn't help. He sipped once more and then he gave up on the coffee altogether. He would just throw the cup away. As soon as he made that decision he felt a bit better. His heart calmed down. And the room suddenly felt calmer. Less like there were eyes on the walls and floors watching him. Things became quieter... and darker. Until he felt so far away from the room. Like he was no longer there.

One feeling became stronger and stronger. A 

gravity

, stemming from his coat's pocket. The 

package

 was beckoning.