We were all sitting in the main room when we heard the slam of a door. Then, numbuh 3 came stomping out yelling something about "I'm gone!" and was out the door.
"What'd you do, numbuh 4?" numbuh 5 immediately assumed it was my fault numbuh 3 was having another one of her cruddy fits.
"Me?" I said. "Why do ya always think its me who done it?"
"Because you're usually the one who does," numbuh 5 said.
"Hmhf!" I flopped back on the couch, arms folded. Like it's my fault she's so cruddy sensitive.
A few minutes ticked by but that didn't concern me. It didn't concern me one bit.
Then an hour crept along, but I didn't care.
Then two hours…
Then three…
By the time it was the hour of day were everyone starts getting sleepy and going to bed, I was still settled in the couch. That girl wouldn't worry me. Not one bit.
The clock signaled that it was midnight. It was then that I unconsciously allowed my mind to wonder what kind of gone did Numbuh 3 mean? Did she mean gone for the night? Gone for the rest of the day? Gone for the week? Or gone like… gone?
That was when I started to get a little worried. Only a little though. I mean, we're in the same sector, I'm supposed to care if the team stays together. Yeah.