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A knock on the door rouses me from my thoughts, I wasn’t expecting anyone, has Abed found me so quickly? Why did I find that half appealing, and half annoying? I wanted some time to myself, yet I missed him so dearly.

“Room service.” A shrill voice calls out.

I slump with relief and disappointment, I did order room service, whatever strong alcohol they could find, being alone was one one thing, but I was alone, and lonely with my thoughts, that was the major nightmare.

Without thought, I open the door, expecting the cart to roll into the room, followed by a person of uniform, instead I am met with the grinning face of Richard Kersher. My eyes widen and I take a couple of steps backward, my eyes falling on his hands, there are no blood stains surprisingly.

“What did you do?” I ask poking my head into the hallway, I find nothing, nothing that indicating he had just snatched the cart from an unsuspecting worker.

He pulls me back inside, shutting the door behind him, leaving the two o