I'm in front of the place the note from Rorschach wants me at.
Except I don't want to go in at all. I seem to just want to stare at it while my eyes droop and my body sways even worse than before. I might just pass out on this persons stoop for a bit. It would be better than having to go back to a crime scene.
I rub at my eyes, setting it up so that maybe, just maybe, this person is willing to help me if I tell them I met Rorschach. Or maybe this is Rorschach's home. Who knows at this point. All I know is that if I keep walking around, I might be taken advantage of by one of those gang members I saw in an alleyway bothering someone.
I finally get the courage to knock on the door.
After a moment a man opens it. He looks about late twentys, early thirties. He's kind of chubby but it's not an unattractive chubby. He looks confused at my presence as he pushes up his glasses.
"Can I... help you?," there's concerned hesitation in his voice.
I hold out the note. My voice is scratchy, worn out from crying so hard earlier in the guest room at the police station, "Rorschach told me to come here."
His eyes widen while his expression becomes flustered. He can't seem to process that this is happening, that I'm standing here with a slip of paper.
"Trust me," I rub at my eye with a free hand. "I'm confused too. I don't know why he'd help me. Are you his friend?"
"I-," he stutters. "Can I see that note?"
"Yeah, whatever." And I keep holding out said paper to him.
He takes it carefully from my hand, adjusting his glasses again so he can read the note. He'd see 'Go to this address. Tell Daniel you are staying with him until further notice.' And while it's far fetched, he seems to slump, leaning out of the door before ushering me inside.
"You must be special if he's helping you," he grumbles out as he brings me into the hallway. "I uh... I guess you can stay in the guest room."
"Where is that?" I say as I take to the stairs. I'm so tired my manners are non-existant. I'll make it up to him whenever I wake up tomorrow, I decide while I stand at the top of the stairs.
"It's-" I hear shuffling, a heavy sigh, and sudden foot steps up the stairs. There's a hand on my back for a split second to get my attention. "It's right here."
Without so much as another word I'm stripping of my coat while flinging myself onto a very plain, very well made bed, and the world becomes dark as sleep takes over.