Enough time passed and he just had to ask.

“Whose that?”

“Uh what oh he’s he’s one of my friends. My mates. From back in the day. We’d take pictures, draw pictures always trying to out do one another.”

“So he’s not famous? I could have sworn I’ve seen him before”

“No no well...

It was weird to be fully himself again. It was weird to have his own emotions. He felt like he had seen things he shouldn’t. He just wanted to go home. He thought about McKayla he  didn’t understand if he even liked McKayla. 

That had been something else. He knew...

She was outside Sparrows 6am. They would open in thirty minutes. She knew they should be in now, but she didn’t know who was opening she didn’t even know who worked there. 

She existed in a strange between two worlds. One that had happen led but seemed to crazy to...

Imogen Howe   was closer now than she’s ever been to home. Marc knew this, McKayla had no idea. It was night time now, they were back at Marcs place, she had spent the night. Her clothes were laid over a chair in the corner. The moons light through the window...

Marc woke up feeling almost like the  Blue Man . He felt something strange, something bad. It was nice with her all the west. But the closer she got the more intense her feelings did.

And he felt them all. 

Regret and shame. So many mistakes. She ran away instead of...

BAKA almost choked on his cheeseburger. He was surrounded, his car which was already off was blocked on both sides, and he had his feet on the dash. Who tipped them off. He did only normal things since he arrived. He paid for the hotel with the cards. At the...

“Sometimes it’s better just to walk away.” He remembered someone told him that a long time ago. 

He felt like he should tell the guy. You were marked, you probably will be marked again. After they kill me and all. 

“You want any fries with that?”

“Ah sure. Sure.”

“And to drink?”

“A...

Imogen Howe did it. She found BAKA, his car at least staying near some shitty pizza place. But what she saw didn’t make sense. 

He had driven all this way. With a purpose. Like a bird flying home for the winter. But he wasn’t from here. He was staying at...

Imogen Howe spat on the floor. 

"Fuck." She said. Loud she was pumping gas. The second day, and she had't seen or heard anything about this guy. 

Her mind was racing. There was 8 billion people on this planet, there's no way I can find this dude. No fucking way...

Marc had made a routine maybe just as  Imogen Howe 's was spiraling. He was getting used to the cafe. An extension of himself and his apartment it became. He would walk into town in the morning and stop then for a double espresso. Then when he'd walk back from...