He was drawn to it, but it felt like he couldn’t do it with Johnny there. Everything was too soon. 

He opened the fridge instead grabbed a tallboy.  PBR what they used to drink back in the day, but this one felt different. 

With death surrounding them he was thankful...

"They said they had people watching you?"

"Yeah but not here, he said not on earth, but above."

"Hmm." Johnny said. "I remember this weird like blog thing, this women posted it. I don't know, I don't remember her name. You remember I think I sent you that podcast. She had a...

The man was tall serious. With dark brown hair. He had a thick almost broom like moustache and spoke slow and serious. Deliberating every word. 

“You called earlier about the car.”

The man said. He spoke as a statement, something Max thought should ought to be a question. 

“Yes, uh yeah...

This seemed to him like a riddle. An old game he played as a kid was full of them. Always every character you met had a riddle a question and an answer. Sometimes they’d have stolen something sometimes they would give you something. 

“Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”


“The car? Who took...

“We have to leave. You know get out of here.”

Suddenly Max realised his car hand been there for two nights three days. They had been everywhere. The hospital the police station the morgue. She didn’t have much family, Johnny had said. So they tried some numbers in her phone. But...

Her name was Matilda. When she was younger some people in the neighborhood called her Mat. This turned in to Cat but finally in high school she just went by Bat. She liked it because it was mysterious because it she was able to hide who she was. She had...

Lots of people, if not all people would feel bad for her. They would look at her if they saw on the street and feel bad. If they saw her eating alone they'd be sad. Oh that poor woman, she's so old and alone.  

But she didn't care. This didn't...

Max was in utter shock.

“It’s how it was supposed to be man I wouldn’t worry. It’s not your fault.”

Johnny told him trying to console him. But nothing was helping Max was shaking he couldn’t figure out what just had happened he couldn’t stop saying “Holy fuck. Was that real?”

Johnny called...

A man. Hurrying seemed like an animal or something looking for food scraps. He had in his hand too many things. Some bread or something. He was looking at each door, she knew her door was unlocked. She felt though helpless unable to stop looking out the peep hole. 

He...

Now he was back at the apartment. Although he didn't remember the number, Johnny had let him in last night. The address he had sent him just said the street number. 46.

"Forty six." He said. Looking at the apartment. He could try them all, just a small ring and no...