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Chapter 1

I rolled on my side, and the alarm woke me. I reached turning it off. I had all my furniture moved to Sara's apartment, but it was mine now. I closed my hand around my chest tight.

Sara had been gone for a week now, and I moved in here. I thought it would help me. Plus it's on the good side of town.

I now worked in a used book store. It wasn't the best job, but it paid the bills, and kept me fed. I rolled over again looking to the sun peeking through the curtains.

A little part of my mind wondered what Lincoln was doing. I kept a close eye on the news, and I would feel happy that he wasn't caught.

The time blinked on my alarm clock, and I realised it was Sunday, and my one and only day off. I rolled pulling the blanket over my head.

The front door knocked, and my eyes shot open. I lightly got up on my elbow, and turned to see it was eleven. I took my dressing gown and wrapped it around me. I slowly walked to the front door hugging the soft material around myself.

I pulled my messy blonde hair into a ponytail, and I opened the door lightly.

I blinked seeing the man standing on my front door step, his eyes were a mix of blue green and brown, so I couldn't put a colour to them, his brown hair dark, and he was holding a plate in his hands.

"Sorry can I help you?" I spoke softly pulling the door open wide.

"Yeah I just moved across the hall from you, and I thought it's nice to know my neighbour." He smiled holding out the plate.

"Am I supposed to be doing that?" I pointed to the now clearly a pie.

"Yeah but I got you at a bad time." He laughed looking over my bare feet up my legs, and to the dressing gown.

"Maybe give me an hour or so, then come back." I smiled politely. Right now I needed a friend.

"Before I rush and give you time, can I ask your name?" he smiled bright again, and I nodded.

"Rebecca Finnegan," I then held a hand out.

He moved the pie from one hand free his right hand reaching for mine.

"I'm Lance." He took my hand; it was warm from the plate he was holding.

"Well I'll need thirty minutes really, just to clean up." I then reached out my hand.

"I can take the pie though." I added taking it from him slowly.

"I'll see you in thirty then." His smile was charming, and I held back a blush.

"Ok Lance see ya then." I slowly closed the door, and then placed the pie on the kitchen counter on the way to the bathroom.

After getting out the shower I walked over to the mail that I threw carelessly on the coffee table. I was wearing an old pair of jeans and a kiss t-shirt from an ex I never gave back. I flicked threw bills. None of the mail was mine; they were Sara's bills, and other junk mail.

I then caught my eye on a letter that didn't seem to be a bill, or junk. The address and name was hand written. I flipped it over, and then held it up to the light. I see a faint outline of something that looked like a swan. I quickly opened the envelope, and then looked to the paper origami bird. I flicked it over between my hands before the door knocked again. I now drop the bird to the table leaving it there to answer the door. Lance wasn't late, or early. Dead on thirty minutes since he was last at the door.

I felt the laugh break from my throat before I could stop it. I was sitting on the sofa, and Lance was smiling telling me his joke. I tried to not take a bite of pie, every time my fork would try to reach my mouth I would laugh again.

"I just told him that he wasn't a bird, and he tried to prove me he was." I then held my chest.

Lance told me he was a freelance physiatrist, and when he told me that we were swapping stories of college, and then patients we seen to.

"So you work at Fox River?" His question was casual and I nodded. I mean he wasn't going to judge me. I felt safe talking to him.

"It wasn't a bad job, I mean the people I see were mainly sedated, but they had some weird stories." I then picked up my cup.

"Would you like more coffee?" I then got to my feet.

Lance smiled handing me his cup.

"Thanks, you don't mind me using your restroom." He half got up, and I laughed.

"Sure, I'll be in the kitchen." I walked away from the living room heading for the kitchen turning the kettle on. I didn't hear Lance follow me, but then what was the worst he could be doing.

After a moment I felt a warm hand brush up my arm, I gasped quickly turning to see Lance behind me.

"Oh Jesus Christ you scared me!" I squeaked feeling him starting to laugh.

"Sorry just I got a call, I have an emergency." He smiled lightly, and I nodded.

"Yeah go. I'll catch you around." I felt his fingers tracing my forearm, and he let go slowly.

"Maybe we could do this again sometime, it's nice to talk to someone on my wave length." His eyes never leaving mine, and I nodded.

"Yeah sound great."

I watched him walking away, and I smiled putting his coffee cup into the sink, and then took my own to the living room. I sat down opening a book starting to read.

I glanced up to the table with all the mail on. I then looked back to my book.