Gregor was 16 when he finally decided to leave his apartment and go back to the Underland where he and Luxa could share a life together.
It was a Sunday night, he lay awake in his bed thinking of Luxa, Howard, Mareth, and all his other friends he so deeply missed. He had been away to long! Who knows what could of happened since his absence! For all he knew they could be dead!
"No, don't think that." Gregor thought. He pushed away that thought but then he thought of Ares. Who was dead. He remembered all those nightmares of his death and how much he cried for him to come back!
His throat started hurting, he wanted to cry again. He wanted to go back.
Gregor got up quietly, and edged his way out of his room and into the kitchen. It wasn't very dark. The new York lights kept the room fairly lighten. He searched the drawers until he found a pen and paper.
He stared at the paper for awhile wonder what to write. "Should it be long, or short." He thought.
He wanted to write how sorry he was for running away but all he put was:
Im going back to the underland. I hope you understand.
Don't come looking for me because im not coming back.
I love you all.
He grabbed the paper, bent it so it could sit on the table. He then grabbed a jacket, and his pocketknife. (his mom finally let him get one.) He opened the door quietly and went down to the laundry room.
It was very quiet; you could only hear the cars go by.
He pushed back the dryer and looked into the grate. "Well good by Overland. I wish you well." He said. At that he jumped in letting the currents take over.