Chapter 3: I Accept

---Carrey's POV---

I could hear Zack before he entered Tipton. His wheels screeched into the "Guests Only" Parking Lot as tried to finish chopping carrots but I was distracted when I knew he was going to enter the suite at any moment. I just couldn't think of what to say to him. Should I try to tell him that his father will be alright, because that's only partly true; or should I just tell him to call and talk to his father personally? Or better yet, pretend that nothing happen and maybe he would get the hint that nothing is wrong and we'll live happily ever after. (Or at least everything will be back to normal.)

I was shaking when I heard the elevator go off and I almost passed out when I heard a soft knock on the door. The knife fell to the floor, missing my foot by inches. But I wasn't paying attention. I was at the door faster than I had ever moved in my life. I flung it open to reveal Mr. Mosbey. "Hello Carrey," he said. I was disappointed. "He- hello, Mr. Mosbey," I managed to splutter. "I just wanted to let you know," he paused, apparently for dramatic effect, "that all of the staff at The Tipton is very sorry about Kurt." How nice, I thought, now leave. "Thank you Mr. Mosbey," I replied to him, "but it's nothing to worry about," I continued, "he's fine, just badly hurt." He sighed, "That's a relief," he smiled and looked at me, "do you think you could do your show tonight?"

That did it. I was tense enough already. I tried to hide my anger, but I don't think I did very well. "No," I said, trying to keep my voice level, but it was rising with every word I said, "Mr. Mosbey, my ex-husband just barely survived a deadly car crash, and just because he's not my husband anymore, don't you think for one second that I wouldn't car if he died! One of my sons is missing and the other one is completely in denial." I was now shouting, "And all you can think of is my show? Well, think again mister because, until I find my son and figure out that Kurt is going to be 100 okay, consider my job on hiatus!" And with that, I huffed and puffed into the elevator and went down into the lobby.

When I entered the lobby, everything seemed to be normal. Mr. Mosbey was talking to what looked like a husband and wife at the check-in desk; London was talking to Maddie at the candy counter while they both were looking at a magazine; and Esteban was lugging luggage that was bigger than he was to the direction of the elevator. But the thing that was missing was the thing that jumped out at me: no Zack. It didn't make any sense. I has heard, even seen, his car go into the parking lot and him get out.

I was just about to go over and interrupt Maddie to question her when a familiar voice stopped me. "Hello," it said, and when I turned around, I saw it was this guy that had been coming to every one of my shows for the past two weeks. "Hi," I said, starting to blush. "I missed your last show," he said, "I'm so sorry that I did." He had beautiful eyes. "Oh, don't worry about it," I replied, thinking about how nice he was to apologize. "No," he said, "I am worrying about it, and I'd like to make it up to you by treating you to dinner this Friday." Now I knew I was blushing. "How sweet," I smiled and he smiled back, "I accept." I could see he was pleased, "Alright, how about I pick you up around 7. Where do you live?" I simply adored the sound of his voice. "I'm in suite 2345." I started to walk away when he called after me, "What's your name?" I looked over my shoulder and said, "Carrey," in a sing-song voice. I couldn't even remember what I had come into the lobby for.