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MHA #8, Monday Morning
Stark had been very tired after last night. Tired enough not to notice when his companion had slipped away uncharacteristically early this morning. He was always the first awake between the two of them. For Faye to be awake and the first one up and moving was unheard of but it had apparently happened today. It was strange, but not concerning. Much stranger things had happened.
Still it was odd and required investigation. Maybe she'd been hungry or in search of coffee. But there weren't any noises coming from the kitchen or from anywhere else in the apartment. And when he walked out of his bedroom there were no other signs of her anywhere, even when he called out her name.
Maybe, he thought, she'd gone next door for something. He was still unconcerned when he reached the kitchen. He could make breakfast. She liked breakfast. And maybe over breakfast they could actually talk. There had been very little opportunity for talking last night. But there wasn't going to be breakfast and there wasn't going to be any talking because in the kitchen there was a note.
He picked up the note and read it. Read it again. And again.
"No. No no no no no! Faye!" She wasn't here. He knew that. Calling her name wasn't going to do any good. That didn't stop him.
He was still repeating "no" to himself when he ran back into the bedroom for clothes and when he stopped to put on shoes and when he returned to the kitchen to pick the note up once more. Saying no hadn't changed anything yet but he couldn't seem to stop.
Note still clutched in his hand, Stark headed out the door. He'd go to the junkyard first. Maybe she wasn't gone yet. Maybe she hadn't really left. Maybe he wasn't too late.
[Establishy unless you really want it not to be! And omg work is RIDICULOUS today]
Still it was odd and required investigation. Maybe she'd been hungry or in search of coffee. But there weren't any noises coming from the kitchen or from anywhere else in the apartment. And when he walked out of his bedroom there were no other signs of her anywhere, even when he called out her name.
Maybe, he thought, she'd gone next door for something. He was still unconcerned when he reached the kitchen. He could make breakfast. She liked breakfast. And maybe over breakfast they could actually talk. There had been very little opportunity for talking last night. But there wasn't going to be breakfast and there wasn't going to be any talking because in the kitchen there was a note.
He picked up the note and read it. Read it again. And again.
"No. No no no no no! Faye!" She wasn't here. He knew that. Calling her name wasn't going to do any good. That didn't stop him.
He was still repeating "no" to himself when he ran back into the bedroom for clothes and when he stopped to put on shoes and when he returned to the kitchen to pick the note up once more. Saying no hadn't changed anything yet but he couldn't seem to stop.
Note still clutched in his hand, Stark headed out the door. He'd go to the junkyard first. Maybe she wasn't gone yet. Maybe she hadn't really left. Maybe he wasn't too late.
[Establishy unless you really want it not to be! And omg work is RIDICULOUS today]