Disclaimer and author's note: Hi. I'm egbkid. It's been a while. A long while. This is actually a reposting of my first story ever posted here. I am re posting it because I am writing some new stories and just re testing the waters, so to speak. I have tweaked the story a bit, and reposted it. But it is mostly the same, minus all the annoying author's notes I wrote at the beginning of every chapter. This is about four years old, remember, and I have had lots of practice since then, so this might not be very good. I don't own anything but the plot and a few minor characters, so please do not sue me, I am a poor Canadian who enjoys writing a story now and then. Now, on with the show!
-egbkid

"I will remember you,
Will you remember me?
Don't let your life, pass you by..."
Logan sat in front of his computer, tears in his eyes. Max had up and disappeared ten months ago, and he still missed her. He was trying once again to track her down. A friend in Los Angles had thought he saw her about a month after she went missing. But the friend owned a restaurant, and saw hundreds every day. It was a slim to none chance that it had been Max, and he had not seen her again.
The doorbell rang, but Logan ignored it. It continued to ring and ring until finally he got annoyed with it and went to see whom it was. He pressed the buzzer by the door and talked.
"Can I help you?"
"Package, for Mr. Logan Cale?"
"Can you leave it there; I'll be down to get it later."
"I need a signature, sir."
"Alright, come up." He hit the button that would allow the messenger to use the elevator to get to his floor.
As the elevator arrived, Logan opened the door and went into the hallway. It was someone from Jam Pony, Logan didn't recognize the younger man, but seeing the logo brought a wave of fresh pain, and he had to hold back the tears.
"Mr. Cale?" he asked, stepping out of the elevator.
"Yes?"
"I need you to sign here for your package."
"Where is it?" He pulled a large envelope from his backpack, it had Logan's address on it, but it looked like it had been written in a hurry, and there was no return address. "Do you know who it is from?" Logan asked as he signed the paper.
"Nope. It was dropped off a week ago, and we were told to deliver it today, not before or after. Sorry."
"That's ok." Logan turned and went back inside, thinking. 'That would be a trick Max would pull. Is it from her?' He went to his desk and opened the envelope. Inside were a piece of paper and a picture of Max. It was a shot from the shoulders up, and it looked like she was in front of a building, but it could have been any building in any city in America. 'It could easily be this one.' He thought, feeling the pain of losing her come back. Logan looked at the piece of paper. On it were written two words:
"I'm sorry"
'Ten months and not a word, now this.' Logan thought, the tears rolling down his face. He looked for a postmark, but there was none. Absolutely no clue as to where she could be. 'Typical Max.'
He threw the envelope in the garbage, and then took the picture with him to the kitchen to start dinner.
He was just about to start eating, when he heard a knock on the door. The only way anyone could get up to his apartment was climb, unless it was security or someone else in the building, so he went to check it out. Logan went to the door and opened it, but there was no one there, only a large plastic storage tub with no lid. He looked inside, but all that he could see was blankets. 'Did someone forget their laundry?' he thought, until it started moving. Then he noticed there was a baby inside all those blankets...

To be continued...