A/N: I'm sorry I took so long! I had this all written down and then college got really hectic! Then I lost the notebook I wrote down the chapters in! Thankfully, I've found it. Here is the 2nd chapter for all you lovely readers. Please Enjoy. Oh! And I don't own the Gorillaz. They belong to Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett. Ever notice their names kind of remind you of owls? Or is that just me?

2D stared into his reflection in some scotch he was about to down. His stash of prescription bottles lay empty beside him. He hadn't usually gotten calls from his ex-girlfriends in the past. In the blur of his world, however, he could make out a missed call notification on his smartphone. Right under that, a notification for a new voicemail from her same number. He had not yet bothered to listen to what she had to say; be it for fear or anger.

Paula cracker had burrowed into his heart and rotted the burden of distrust into his soul soon after. The last 2D saw of her was when she'd fled from Kong Studios in pure terror of Russel's wrath. He had heard from Russel about her and Murdoc's tryst in the bathroom stall. Murdoc's freshly re-broken nose and Russel's bloody fist were all the proof 2D needed of the truth of the story. Since then, there hadn't been a day that went by where he didn't think of Paula Cracker.

Sometimes he was angry at her and wanted nothing but the worst for her. Sometimes, he blamed himself for maybe not giving her enough attention back then. Sometimes he blamed himself for not being successful as a lover in ways apparently his bandmate could be. Most of the time, he just blamed Murdoc. However, during neither those times nor all of those many days of his life had she ever ordained to try and call him.

2D wanted to talk to someone about it. But he knew that he couldn't tell Russel. He could've told Noodle if they were still on speaking terms, but they weren't. Talking to Murdoc about it wasn't even a thought in his mind. 2D knew better than to talk to Murdoc about anything. His only option was to gulp down another mouthful of scotch.

The singer let out a sigh then looked away from the cup in his hand. He was careful to balance his elbow on his knee while he held the glass. What should he do? On the hook on his door, the still-stained towel 2D received from Siren lay dormant. Asking her advice suddenly crossed his mind. 2D thought back to her pregnant belly. Maybe she was in a similar situation? It had been 2D's unfortunate experience that men often left women why they become pregnant; 2D himself had done this numerous times as well. It wasn't like he cut and ran. He would have one-night stands and wouldn't find out until much later that the women had borne him sons and daughters. He felt a little pang of guilt knowing he probably wasn't exactly father of the year to them.

Nevertheless, 2D was quick to pocket his phone and make the short-trek to his neighbor's home. It was only when she opened the door of her home to him that he realized he was only in his boxers. Siren eyed him from head to toe and did little more than smirk at the singer before swinging the door further open for him. 2D felt the heat of embarrassment singe his cheeks as he walked in behind her and shut the door. He'd came over in in the dark of 1am in his boxers to her home. He didn't want to think of what wrong idea Siren might be getting about this.

His worry ceased when she asked 2D to introduce himself to her boyfriend; A tall Asian man with the korean alphabet in dark black text on his white shirt. Much like 2D, he was also in his underwear. The man himself seemed to be basking in an obvious afterglow while resting on Siren's sofa. This was made all the more obvious by the salty chips he was eating to replenish himself. Siren, the man's girlfriend, rolled her eyes when he refused to shake 2D's outstretching hand. 2D didn't mind all that much. This was the first time in a while that somebody didn't show their distaste for him with physical violence and threats to make good on. Instead, 2D was made to watch the boyfriend and Siren as they kissed each other in an embrace that the singer had ever seen very rarely. It was an intimate exchange between true lovers.

Siren soon left upstairs to shower away the hidden-seed of her lover. The man himself immediately scooted over on the sofa and patted the space next to him.

"You're obviously not here to sex up my girl. You can sit if you want."

The guy's voice was lax and his eyes were half-lidded. They were green and and were trained on the stairway. He was waiting patiently for the return of his lover.

"I got a call from an ex-girlfriend and I thought"-

2D didn't want to finish the sentence. It hung in his mouth. He'd been made painfully aware that Siren was in a happy relationship with the father of her child. He now doubted she could know what to say to help him.

"Just check the voicemail, yeah? It'll give you closure. Even if you don't call back. You look like a guy who needs that kind of thing, mate. The cluse, I mean."

Siren's boyfriend spoke without looking at 2D at all. He was still only interested in the staircase. 2D found himself in observation of this man while he contemplated the advice.

"Stop staring. It's freaking me out."

The guy warned him. 2D felt just then staring at the dirt under his nails was a better use of his time than getting on this guy's nerves.

"Name's Han. You got a name I can call you?"

2D tells him his usual name. Stu. Just Stu.

"I'm going to level with you Stu. I know my girl is used to seeing naked men for her job and all. But, maybe not make showing up here half naked a habit. Yeah?"

Han had a lazy way of saying it, but the words dripped protection and concern from his lips as he spoke. This was Han's attempt at intimidation. 2D was very used to being intimidated and so he knew when someone was trying to do it. However, in this case, Han's tactic had a very different effect on the singer. Instead, he felt admiration for Han for the love he possessed over Siren. It made him want to be a better father himself. Maybe find someway later to pay back all the child support. Maybe.

Regardless of that, thanks to Han, he knew what to do about Paula Cracker's call. He swept the phone clutched in his hand up to his face and deleted the voicemail. He didn't even listen to it. Han was definitely right. 2D needed closure. However, 2D was determined to get it on his own terms. There was so much more of it, that closure, than Paula Cracker would ever be able to give him.