Oh My God Is This Really Happening?

Can You Hear Me, Major Tom?

Two days later, Billie, Lorne, Emmy and I were standing in the entrance of an old abandoned YMCA. A front desk was directly in front of us, a running track above that. To the right was a watching area for the pool, a glass wall separating the two sections. To the left split into two hallways after passing through another set of doors. One hallway went straight, the white bricks opening to lead the way to two basketball courts on the left. On the right, three big empty rooms--one containing a mirror that covered a whole wall-- and two public bathroom areas segregated by gender signs. The hallway that went left had a staircase going up to the track and a big open space that probably used to be the weight room. Further past that staircase laid the women's locker rooms, the pool door, and then the men's locker rooms. 

We raided the place, looking for anything that could be of value. Nothing much, but Emmy found a box of sharpies and was satisfied. We'd taken all of the Winchesters's cash, spending it on a broom, jeans that fit us, protein bars, vitamins, blankets, booze, and a 5 gallon jug of water that took all of us to carry (but it was worth it because the front desk of the Y still had the machine that went with the water bottle). 

And now, now we were back. Rolling out blankets in one of those weird rooms down the straight hallway, avoiding the one with the mirror all together. We should probably name these things. I'd bring that up later. We laid Billie down carefully on one of the blankets, shifting him into a position that would be comfortable for him. We decided we would all sleep in the same room, no one really wanting to be alone. Lorne cut his hair with some scissors he found in a drawer of the front desk, so it was short and suited him much better than long brown locks. 

Days passed, all our cash was gone but by the amount we ate, we were fine. We just drank sink water that was miraculously still running, took vitamins, ate probably once a week but the days really blurred together. My muscles only continued to be sore though, and I'd get hit with uncomfortable headaches too often for my liking. I had a fever that came and went, bouncing back and forth a lot. Lorne seemed to be at a standstill with his growth, finally aging normally. He was about 15ish? And Emmy had really done a number on the interior decorating. He drew all over the walls, it sometimes looked psychotic. Other times it was just really intricate castles and stuff. 

One day, when Billie was still asleep, Lorne and I had been singing and working on a new song. We decided to call it 'Into The Cave, We Will Survive'. It was about the Y, us living here together. Emmy watched us and we asked him if he could sing, because it would sound really good with all four of us when Billie woke up, but he told us that he would never sing in front of another human being, ever. Lorne tried to loophole that, saying that he wasn't human and wiggling his eyebrows in a humorous manor, and though Emmy laughed, he still wouldn't budge. But he could play the drums. That being said, he was now part of My Green Romance and we wrote several songs while waiting for Billie. MGR had officially all of it's members, consisting of two vocalists, a vocalist who also was the guitarist, and a drummer who did art. Not your typical band but if it works, it works. The uniqueness was what made us, well, unique. Only we would never get our music out there if we never left this place... 

*** TIME SKIP ONE WEEKE BY SLIDING ON DALLONS LEGS LIKE A TODDLER AT A PARK *** 

Billie was supposed to wake up today. 

He was supposed to. 

Emmy and I had been to the grocery store this morning to swipe a few packs of cigarettes and the news was playing in the entrance. It was October 1st. 

He was supposed to wake up... 

Why wouldn't he wake up? 

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