I didn’t know where I was going or why I was running. I should have been glad. I should have been satisfied. This wasn’t what I had originally wanted, but it wasn’t a bad thing either, or was it? I just know that I needed someone. Someone who knew about everything. Someone who would maybe in some way understand where I was coming from.

Before I really knew where I was going I was standing in front of Chris’ building, right in front of the stairs that led up to the apartment that he shared with his mother. Before it however dawned on me to go up and knock I...