Keely did indeed go to class the next day. But while Phil and her were around each other, none of them said a word until Keely started to open the door to leave.

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Phil seized her arm. Keely turned around to look at him.

"Keely? I uh…don't think I should let you go." He stuttered.

Keely slowly slipped her arm from his grasp. Phil could feel her soft skin run through his hand. She gawked at him.

"Phil. I promise. I won't."

She closed the door behind her.

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It was snowing pretty good that day. Phil could only think about Keely as he sat in class. His professor just sounded like a bunch of blahs. He wondered what she was doing that very moment. Sitting in class or…gulp…doing something else.

Phil was unusually tired when he got home that day. I guess all the exhilaration of Winter Break ruffled up all the kids into frenzies and it can really ware you out. He decided to take a nap on the couch while he awaited Keely's arrival. After what seemed like a short shut eye, Phil woke up and looked at his watch.

"7:00!"

He jumped up off the couch. Keely wasn't home yet. She usually gets home at like…4:00. He tried her cell phone. It rang.

"Keely pick up, come on, pick up." He whispered to himself.

All he got was her voicemail.

Hi, you haven't reached Keely Teslow apparently but if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I can. Beep

Phil went to his room and got out the wizrd to track her phone down. It showed a little map, Keely was the blue dot. All Phil had to do was follow the red line through NYC. He grabbed a thick sweatshirt (he never wore coats) and headed out the door for Keely.

He walked down the roads into parts of NY he hasn't been to. The snow flakes stuck to his hair; lucky for him his shoes had pretty good traction on the iced over sidewalks. The street lights were his only source of light. The moon and stars were covered up by clouds. The city started to get somewhat broken down and poor looking as he followed the red line moving across the screen. It has almost reached Keely's little blue dot. Just a few more turns.

Horrible…horrific and…horrifying thoughts ran through his head as he scanned the streets for Keely.

Phil looked up ahead to where his last turn was. He began to run. Bad idea, he slipped and fell; sliding down the sidewalk on his back. Thank God no one was out here to see him doing this. He stopped in front of an alley way. Or in other words, his last turn.

"No." He whispered to himself in disbelief.

CLIFF! (Don't fall off...)