*September*

As soon as I woke up the next day, I pulled myself out of bed and walked out of my bedroom. Tony was still sleeping at the table and even though it was around nine in the morning, I still let him sleep. I didn't know how he could still sleep at the table. I thought he would have at least woken up by now sleeping in a not so comfortable position for hours.

I quietly began making myself breakfast, which was simply a bowl of cereal. Tony soon woke up, sitting up from the table and rubbing his eyes. "What time is it?" he asked. "And why are...