Spencer awoke to the bright sun shining through the window of her bedroom. Damn sun, she thought. She wanted to stay asleep forever. If she never woke up then she wouldn't have to deal with the harsh reality that she called life now. Stretching her arms out from under her covers, she looked at them, smiling.

Toby's shirt. She had worn it to sleep every night since she left the motel.

After he kissed her, she felt like the world was moving in slow motion. She barely remembered getting into her car and driving herself home. But she certainly remembered what awaited her when she got there. She shuddered to think about the fact that she was now a person of interest in Ali's death. Quickly it was brushed away, that's not what she wanted to focus on right now. When she had gotten up to her room that day and closed her door; she turned around and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. In all the madness she had forgotten that she never took off Toby's shirt. Instead of bursting into tears, as she had felt she would just moments ago, her mouth turned up into a faint smile. She removed her jacket and placed it on a chair nearby, turning back to the mirror she crossed her arms over her body and felt the soft material underneath her hands.

Spencer peeled herself out of bed and walked over to that same mirror. She tugged at the shirt, still smelling faintly of him and it comforted her. Even though she hadn't spoken to him in days, it felt like she had a piece of him near her at all times.

She wondered how he was doing. She was dying to speak with him and dying even further to see him. His eyes, his strong hands, his lips. She missed every part of him so much, but she had been under close watch ever since the investigation of her started. She didn't even know if Toby was aware of what was going on. He was really the only person she wanted to know, he was the only one who could make it better.