During their video game session his partner asked if he was okay. He'd not finished the puzzle like normal. She was trying to do a sort of speed run, and he was lagging behind. 

"We've done this before, don't make it into something complicated it hasn't changed."

She didn't press him...

Part of him would miss Spacecity here and there. It snuck up on him. Different feelings. He remembered when you first get there you feel a bit trapped. Not immediately. Immediately you can't believe you're in space. You meet people everything is new and exciting, but then it fades, and...

He didn’t really know what to do with the number. If they tracked his online usage they’d see his call to her and it’d ruin everything. Or she knew that and it was a fake number. More of I see you thing. Maybe it’d be something else. He thought about...

It had been raining the next day. Pete still had the cup with her number on it. His wife wouldn’t ever come into his room. So he could keep it. He had washed it out. He could have written it down but for some reason he liked the object better.

He...

She had noticed him. She had noticed him the first time too. He always had a sort of dopey look about him. Like a baby deer or something. And even with age and weight that hadn’t changed. 

She was surprised to see him. It was the first person she’d seen...

She didn't react. Or it wasn't like he thought it would be. He imagined that she'd look around. That she make a face. But she didn't nothing. Even when she said it out loud she didn't change her demeanor. Just seemed like everyone else that works there. He didn't pay...

He wanted to blurt out that he knew her. And get her attention. But she was working away at the drinks. She seemed focused and a line was forming behind him. The rush to the a class. 

So he did something else he told the lady that his name was...

The square was definitely less crowded. The cold weather and the clouds didn’t make it as inviting. Even for Pete he sort of wanted to stay home today. 

Maybe she worked Mondays and Wednesdays or something. Or maybe she worked afternoons. He’d figure it out, he didn’t really have anything...

She usually got up late. So he could sneak out early and be back by 10:30. She wouldn’t be up until at least 11:30 so this would give him time. 

It was stupid to not go at the time he saw her yesterday. He remembers she used to talk to...

He couldn’t sleep. Or he was sleeping between two worlds. He heard trickling water. Then a rush of noise like thousands of bearings hitting the ground. Swelling then dying. Then he saw snow or something else hail. 

He hadn’t seen that in years. All the round white pieces.

When he woke...