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On the corner of fifth and main, there was a lovely brick apartment building. There were planters with yellow roses under the windows with light blue shutters. The brick building stood out among the tiny shops and business. It was almost as tall as the ivory courthouse with the green roof down the block. Lena turned right into the apartment's desert garden and hopped up the steps. She fumbled with her key as she yawned. Instead of going straight to her apartment on the second floor, Lena stopped by the office of her landlord, Bastion Metzen. She knocked once and the door opened for her. Lena smiled brightly at her landlord who was reading a magazine.

"Hiya, I brought you something."

Bastion nodded gratefully as Lena relaxed on the couch opposite of his desk. Ganymede flew to her.

"Hi there, pretty boy." She chirped.

Bastion and Tracer had developed a strange relationship. She came to Ghost Town not long after he did. Without a friend in the world, she latched onto him, not that he minded. For as much as Bastion liked his peace and quiet, he still needed people. For Lena, she needed a friend to fall back on. Once she was moved in and had her first job, a nightly ritual began. She brought him food, always a cheeseburger with fries with a medium coke, and he stayed up until she got home. He didn't mind. He had trouble sleeping and was more than happy to stay up late to ensure that she returned home safely. It worried him that she worked so late at night and didn't have a ride home.

"How was your day?" She asked.

Bastion, to Lena's knowledge, never spoke. He had been injured in the war. He lost his legs, much of the control in his arms, and he was never able to speak again. His injuries, however, did not deter Bastion from communicating. He wrote down his thoughts.

Good. You?

"I met someone new!" Lena said excitedly.

Who?

"A guy. His name is Winston."

I've never heard of him.

Lena shrugged. "I got the feeling that he doesn't get out a lot. I think he could use a friend."

As long as you stay safe.

"Hey, I'm tough." She flexed her arms and puffed out her chest. "See?"

Bastion shook his head. Just stay safe.

"I will." She swung her legs over the side of the couch. "Hey, do you want to go to the park later on today? It's my day off."

Can't. The dryer is on the fritz. Making an awful noise. I'm meeting the repairman.

"Oh…" She tried not to sound disappointed. "Okay…"

Bastion was her friend but running an apartment took a lot of time. This, unfortunately, limited whatever time they could spend together but it made her cherish the time that they had.

Want a fry? Bastion offered her

"Yeah." She ate her fry and yawned again.

Go get some sleep, kiddo.

"You too."

Lena stretched as she left the office. She didn't have to go very far to get to her apartment. It was on the second floor and was the last door at the end of the hall.

"I'm home everyone." She announced to no one.

Lena lived alone in a tiny apartment. She slipped out of her running shoes and enjoyed the feel of her bare feet against the carpet. Falling down on her couch, Lena yawned and turned on her television. She didn't understand American television. It seemed like they were nothing but reality shows. Thank God for BBC.

"Doooooo wwweeeee oooooo." She sang along to the theme song before her eyes got heavy. She didn't make it five minutes into her show before she fell asleep. When Lena did wake up a few hours later, her entire body was stiff. She groaned and shut her television off as she went to her bathroom. Brushing her teeth, she mentally berated herself for not sleeping in her nice comfy bed and in the same thought, knew that if she had a roommate, they would have been kind enough to have woken her up and made her go to bed, instead of crashing on the couch.

A sudden crashing sound, coming from the basement, jolted Lena right awake. Had Bastion fallen again? He had a history of falling. Lately, he was pushing himself to be more mobile but his prosthetics were crude at best. They couldn't handle everything that he wanted to do which only infuriated the veteran. Fearing for her friend's safety, Lena dashed out of her apartment and ran down stairs.

Bastion hadn't fallen. He was talking to a man in blue jumpsuit. It was the repairman. The repairman was quite large, impossibly so. He was simply too big to be real. Tracer stared at him as he worked. Even as he crouched, he towered over Bastion and had a rather large stomach. His face was obscured by a white allergy mask and his white hair was in a short pony tail.

He grumbled as he inspected the machine. "I'll have to take it in." His voice reminded Lena of thunder, the way he rumbled each word. Bastion nodded.

I'll let the residents know.

The massive repairman got up. He took the dryer and single-handedly lifted it up. He waited for Bastion to leave the basement first. It was hard for the war veteran. He was still getting used to walking with his prosthetics. On the last step up, Bastion slipped. Lena gasped but before she could do anything, the repairman caught him.

"Slow down." He said. "You're going too fast."

Bastion's face scrunched up. He wanted to go fast. He wanted to walk like he used to but thought against speaking of it to the repairman. It he did talk, then people would ask how he lost his legs and that would put him right back in the middle of the war. He couldn't go back there. He didn't want to remember it. Bastion nodded and hobbled back into his office. He shut the blinds.

"Excuse me, miss." Rumbled the repairman. He shuffled around her, still carrying the dryer on his shoulder. Lena zipped to the door and held it open for him. Amazingly he was able to squeeze through the tiny doorway. He put the dryer on the back of his beat up truck which had flames painted on it's side.

"Thank you." He said as he got in his truck. "Take it easy."

The car roared to life and in an instant, the repairman was gone. Tracer went back inside the apartment complex. She wanted to check up on Bastion. She knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?"

A note came out from under the door.

Fine.

"Are you sure?"

Yes.

"Can I come in?"

No.

Another note was slipped out.

Do me a favor?

"Sure. What do you need?"

Deliver the mail to B1

"Okay. What do you-"

Another note.

Go. Now.

"Ah." She hastily picked up the mail. "I'll check on you later, okay?"

Go.

Lena left deciding that it would be better for Bastion to cool off for a little bit. Apartment B1 was the first apartment on the second floor. She didn't know that anyone lived here. She thought it was vacant. "Hello?" She knocked on the door. "Hello? I'm here to deliver your mail. I live down the hall from you."

"Leave it, please." The voice said, muffled by the door. "Just shove it under the door."

Lena crouched down. It didn't look like there was much room to shove the mail underneath B1's door. "I don't think I can." Lena grabbed the doorknob. "Would you mind opening the door? I could hand it to you."

"No!" The voice was horrified at the prospect.

"A-Are you sure?"

"Yes please, just go."

"Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine!" The voice on the other side snapped. "Please leave! I need to be alone."

Lena stepped back, shocked. "O-Okay." But she couldn't the voice, whoever it was, she was in distress. Lena thought about this very carefully. She couldn't open the door because it was locked and doing so would probably traumatize whoever lived in B1. But she felt bad about leaving B1 too. Lena pouted. First Bastion, then Winston, and now B1. It seemed like this town was full of shut-ins. Everyone was disconnected and she was alone. Lena shook her head and decided that here, in this hallway, on this day, she was going to be friends with the shut-ins. Everyone deserved a friend. Everyone needed someone.

She was going to be their someone.

Lena ran to her apartment and grabbed a pen. She scribbled a note on the back of a bill and return to the front door of B1's door. "I'm leaving your mail now. I hope you're okay."

The voice said nothing.

Lena took a deep breath. "Goodbye." She went back to her own apartment and left the mysterious tenant in B1 alone. Hours later, when B1 was sure that Lena was gone. The door slowly opened, just enough for slender fingers to grasp the mail. The tenant in B1 shut the door and returned to the safety that was her apartment. When all the door was shut and all five locks were secure, it was only then that Amelie Lacriox could breathe a sigh of relief. She did not notice Lena's message on her mail.

You don't know this but we're going to be besties.

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