You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Then you look for your bag, yep, still fucking there. Alright. Another day of this shit. Fuck it, you're going to make the most of it. You can feel in your bones that you can fix it all today.
You pack your bag and head out the door. There are kids playing tag. A couple taking selfies in front of a brick wall. You keep pushing on. You look for Allie to tell her where Jewel is but you don't see her or the posters. Then you look around for Greg and his red baseball cap, hoping to stop him before he even gets to the office building. A businesswoman talks too loudly on her phone. You remember that this is when Sawyer usually runs into you, you turn to see them, hoping to get a jump start on getting to know them, only they aren't there. Well this fucking sucks. While you are looking you feel a tug on your shoulder. You turn back to see a teen in a jean jacket and beanie running away at full speed. With your bag. Mother fucker!
What do you do?
