That evening, I'm lost in thought, thinking about what to do with Amy, when Howard shakes my arm. I pull away quickly and look at him.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks.
"Nothing." I say.
"Can't be nothing if it's got you quiet." Howard says, smirking.
"I can't tell you." I say. "The only other people that know are Leonard and Amy. Even though Amy doesn't want to tell me the whole story."
"Okay, so let me get this straight." Penny says. "You know something, and don't know the whole thing. The only one who knows is Amy?"
"Yes." I say. "But I might have to leave in a little bit. It's the only way I'll find out."
"Why? Wouldn't leaving unexpectedly be against your rules?" she asks.
"Even the best people go to the bad side sometimes." I say.
At about six thirty, I leave the apartment and find Amy pretty easily. Fortunately, she's distracted, so I'm able to follow her without her noticing at all. She finds her way to a deserted building that looks a lot like the ones in my dreams.
Maybe they were trying to tell me something, like what Leonard was saying.
Amy goes inside the building and I quietly follow her, hiding in the shadows, surprised by seeing how many people are there.
Each one of them seem to have been hurt by some unknown thing or person.
'Is this real?' I find myself wondering.
Of course it is. I'm not crazy enough to be making all of this up. Heck, I'm not that crazy anyway.
"Amy. So glad to see that you've come back." a raspy voice says. A male's.
I can't see his face; the room is so dark, I can barely see my hands. The only thing I'm able to see of him is his silhouette.
He seems to be about five foot ten.
"Well, I had to come back at some point, right?" Amy says.
"Yeah."
The man's voice has seemed to only get even more rough in the past thirty seconds.
That's when my eyes get used to the darkness and I see that the guy is Will Wheaton.
