Imogen Howe was exiting the zone. For five hours she had driven nonstop. The same ten songs playing on repeat. She had felt like a machine the entire time. There was nothing that was going to stop her. She passed by each car smoothly. Hit no potholes. Hardly touched the...

There was a non insignificant fire in the town she had just moved to. Was she already using the word 'move'? She would be there less than a month. She couldn't use that word.

The fire initially seemed like it wouldn't pertain to her case. But she decided to look more...

Georgie hadn't flinched when asked for a good breakfast spot.

Larry's Diner.

Well would you want to go. Together? she had asked. He didn't assume she was asking him out.Then to her direct question he said, sure.

Sammy liked this, so far, about Georgie Wilcox . That he wasn't pushy. If anything pushed...

That night, she stayed at the  cafe later than she should've. Had she left with the final employee two hours ago then she would probably already be showered and ready for bed. Comfy at home.

Instead she was now leaving into an empty parking lot to the sounds of the summer...

The  rain had come suddenly. Sammy had not checked the weather this morning. It had seemed like one of those days where the weather was going to stay put the entire time.

She didn't mind the rain. Her car was built to handle wet roads and she felt safe inside of...

"I was having a quiet night, actually." Sean replied to the question. His arms were crossed, body leaning against the fridge while looking down on Marquis who was mixing himself another cocktail .

"Damn, man, you got some good bourbon ."

"That's scotch ."

"Damn, man. You got some good shit."

While Marquis gulped...

"Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

"Shut the fuck up! I can't concentrate!"

"Fuck! Why did you just do that?"

"Why did I save our asses?"

"I was going to catch up with that punk and block --"

"Marquis! SHUT UP!"

After a moment of silence Marquis started again. "Fuck Fuck Fuck!"

"Grove Man can you watch for me. Are...

Friday went by like nothing took place. Roger felt like nothing took place in the physical world. HIs mind was racing though. A constant loop of the same thought. Wesley Lachance's party.

Did he dare go? He thought, I mean if Grover is going can't I go with him?

He felt guilty...

He had signed off on the note. "Love you two. --Trevor"

Trevor's mom had been dead for years. And he had a shit relationship with his dad. So 'the two' in the note couldn't be his parents. It had to be two of us. But there was three of us, so...

It was from Imogen that he learned Jeannie Hammond would need his help that afternoon. The tone within the texts although far from scathing couldn't be considered warm. The neutral, room-temperature tone made him expect the worst. What had Jeannie done this time?

After the ritual of scrolling up and down...