Author's Note--I really enjoyed writing for Kendall in that last chapter so I think she'll start playing a bigger role in this story, which at the moment doesn't seem like it's going to end. So I just want to thank everyone who's managed to slog through all this. I know it probably hasn't been easy.--

When did television get so tiresome? I've been channel surfing for over twenty minutes and I still can't find anything suitable to watch.

But really, I think there's something more appropriate I can be doing with my spare time today, seeing as how I'm actually alone for once. Not that I'm saying that Ryan has been smothering me, but...well, yeah, he kind of has been.

I don't understand him. Ever since that night when we first slept together, he's been acting differently. He hardly goes out alone anymore and if he does he tells me where and leaves a number, no matter how many times I try to convince him that it's not really necessary. And when I go out, he almost always joins me.

It's not as though I dislike the company. My relationship with Ryan has recently morphed into one of comfortable and mutual silence. Being with him is almost like being with myself, albeit with a little more warmth and presence. I guess I can admit to being a little bit of a narcissist. And I don't deny that having his arms wrapped around me, warding off the chilly weather makes me feel nice.

But really. Sometimes a girl needs some time to herself.

Especially if she's going to go see her former brother-in-law with whom she's now having an affair with.

Wrong, Greenlee, I remind myself. It's not an affair when you've only slept together once.

And that was a month ago. And I haven't seen him since.

So yeah, this affair pretty much sucked the big one.

I can admit to missing him. How could I not? Since Leo, David has been one of the few constants in my life. Despite the way I've chosen to live my life, there's something to be said for familiarity. It's familiar. Ha ha.

I toss the remote onto the coffee table and wince when it slides onto the floor, two batteries escaping from their moorings and rolling underneath the couch. I take this as a sign to get off my ass and go outside.

I decide to go see David. I mean, things were different now. It had been a month. We could be friends again.

This thought cheers me so I pull on a pair of shorts and dust off my runners, deciding that since the weather had warmed up I may as well take advantage of it and jog down to David's cabin. For some reason, I was in a strangely euphoric mood.

By the time I get to his cabin my shirt is drenched in sweat. Knocking on the door, I frantically try cooling down my beet red face and I struggle to breathe normally. Too much booze and drugs and not enough roughage, apparently. See? I'm an adult. I can joke about this. And I can also decide to start hitting the gym on a more regular basis.

Maybe David will help me.

But the person who answers the door isn't David. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen this guy in my life. I wonder what kind of business he has with David but I'm not really that interested. Medicine is a bore.

"Hi there. Is David around?" But as soon as the words leave my mouth I know something is wrong. The guy furrows his brow and runs his hand through his already tousled brown hair.

"Uhhh, actually, I think the guy you're looking for doesn't live here anymore."

"Oh. Wait...what do you mean?" I'm looking over his shoulder and processing the fact that the room is practically empty and that this should be telling me something. But my brain has denied me its cooperation so I'm not sure what that is, exactly.

"Well, I moved in here a week ago. David...Hayward, I guess? I bought this place from him." I continue to stare at him blankly. He clears his throat. "He-he doesn't live here anymore."

I've started to understand what's happened here and the guy standing in front of me seems relieved at the comprehension that has begun creeping into my eyes. "So, okay? Are you alright ma'am?"

His words jar me and I wrench myself away from the doorstep, stumbling slightly.

"Yes. I'm fine. Thanks for your help, Mr.-"

"Oh, it's just Cameron." He narrows his eyes slightly. "Are you sure you're okay?"

But I don't answer. I turn around, running quickly towards the direction that I've come from.

I think I'll go say hello to David.