Disclaimer: I own Ms. McKee and Ms. Sanders....

Waking up to the scent of coffee swimming carelessly through the air, I seem to have forgotten where exactly I am. Not recognizing the surroundings I screech and roll off the couch.

As I lay on the floor rubbing my head, I realize that I am definitely not at home, at least my home.

There he is! Jess runs to my side and I can see his mouth moving, but I can't make out the words. I shake my head from side to side and as I do so, his eyebrows furrowed. I point to my eyes and shake my hands.

He runs to the table by the door where the phone is and grabs a pen and paper. He writes 'can you hear me?' on the paper.

"Rory?" he says.

"I can now," I respond.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know...."

He nods his head in understanding and pulls me up. I look around the nicely furnished apartment and take it upon myself to walk around and explore.

I walk into his bedroom and stop shortly in the doorway. There are books everywhere! The cases that hold the books are all full and books are stacked on top of the cases themselves.

His bedroom is quite spacious and his bed looks big enough for two; this suddenly strikes me with jealousy. To me, it means that he's probably had girlfriends and brought them here, to this bed. I close my eyes and let go of the tears I had held back.

He is standing a bit further behind me as I walk around the room. I can no longer take it and want to leave immediately, but I can't. I can't go, I need him and in someway, he needs me.

I quickly wipe the tears away as I walk back into the living room. He trails behind me and I speak before he gets the chance to.

"It was really nice of you to let me sleep here last night, but I should get going.."

He opens his mouth to protest but instantly closes it as he nods. I grab my purse and walk out of his apartment. I hear the door shut as I already reach the elevator. What happens next?

Before I enter the elevator, his door opens as he runs down to me.

"Don't go..." He quietly says.

I blink away the pain and turn my head as the elevator doors close.

Jess bows his head in sadness and retreats back to his apartment.

I walk out of the elevators, out of the apartment building and into the cold and icy world. It's late January and I hug my arms around myself as I walk home. I think I know where I'm going, but part of me wishes that I could just get lost, right now.

No, I know where I'm going. The cold weather is too much for me, so I run home.

As I run, something catches my eye, in an ally-way, the words: 'There must be someway out of here, it's too much confusion, I can't get any relief' are written. I repeat the sentence in my head as it dawns on me. This sentence, as true as it is, is part of a Bob Dylan song.

I finally reach my apartment building and walk down the halls. Ms. McKee pokes her head out of her apartment.

"Janey, darling, you look terrible! Go get some sleep!!"

"Thanks Ms. McKee.." I say less than enthusiastically.

She shakes her head in disapproval and goes back into her apartment.

Good grief!! Ms. Sanders is crawling on the floor in hopes of finding something! When will this nightmare end?! I walk around her, hopping she won't stop me.

"Oh Janey," she says, still crawling on the ground, "Go get some sleep!"

I just walk past her and into my own apartment.

I run to my room and cry. I cry like I haven't let out all this repressed angry and anguish. Too many times have I cried. I feel like I can't do anything, my life is a complete waste and I want to just stay here in bed for forever.

For the first time in ages, I want my mommy. I miss her so much! She was the only one who made me feel better.

I refrain from doing anything stupid and just lay in bed. The phone rings, but I do not answer it. The answering machine goes off, as a sign of someone leaving a message.

Only, no one leaves a message. It is silent and I cease my cries, and then the phone goes dead. I heave out a ball of cries as I just lay in bed, all curled up. The phone rings again, but I do not pick it up. I just let it sit there.

The answering machine makes that beep and this is the part where someone leaves a message. There is silence for a few seconds 'till someone says, "You've got more than this world has to offer..'

It was Jess! I wipe my tears away and run to the phone, but by the time I pick it up, the line goes dead. I slam the receiver back into its holder and fall to the floor. I repeat the words he has said out loud, "you've got more than this world has to offer.."

I repeat it again, "I've got more than this world has to offer.."

My tears have stained my eyes red and my cheeks are flushed to a deep crimson.

I've got more than this world has to offer.

I FINALLY GOT THIS CHAPTER UP... REVIEW!! O AND BY THE WAY, WHEN I SAID THAT LAST PART, THE: YOU'VE GOT MORE THAN THIS WORLD HAS TO OFFER, IT'S A SWITCHFOOT SONG (MEANT TO LIVE) ONLY I CHANGED THE WORDS, KINDA. IT'S REALLY SUPPOSE TO BE: WE WANT MORE THAN THIS WORLD GOT TO OFFER, SO I'M NOT THAT OFF, BUT I JUST WANTED IT THE OTHER WAY, INSTEAD OF WE WANT, I MADE IT: YOU'VE GOT. SO YEA, REVIEW! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!