Iris

Track 6: Stereo Hearts (Gym Class Heroes ft. Adam Levine)

Track time stamp: 2:35-3:17

(Flashback: Mac.)

"I got you, Mac." Tokyo pants heavily as she positions herself on top of the attorney.

Both were gasping for air and catching their breaths as they lie hidden and kept their heads low while in a dumpster.

The lid drops heavy when Tokyo lets go of the weight to completely close the bin when she hears indistinct growls and muffled noises drawing near. The bin closes and the only access of light for them to see is the tiny holes that bore on the steel which was the only way for the light to pass through.

Overall, it was such a breathtaking moment when they ended up hiding into a pit of garbage while being chased down by a bunch of thugs lurking around the streets at night and hunting them down like pair of beasts to find their target prey.

The container was silent all throughout as they listened to the sounds and uproaring clamors from outside, waiting for the coast to clear.

"Mary Claire."

"What?" Tokyo breathes in a word with questionable eyes looking at the attorney.

"Mac. It's my name... Mary Claire."

"Mac, are you listening?"

"What was that?"

Claire briskly blinks when she knocks off from the trance. She snapped back to earth and the entire flashback swirls like a loop, bringing her back to the present.

"Are you okay?" The doctor asks with both worry and irk trailing down his voice.

"Am I not?"

"I don't know. Why are you asking me? You're supposed to know it yourself. What the hell is wrong with you?" The doctor obviously didn't buy the attorney's excuse and frowns from the blonde's uncertainty.

"I'm fine, tofu."

"No, you're not. You're spacing out a lot."

The attorney couldn't even react for she knew that she had it going like an endless loop. Her entire soul was running in circles. Spinning like a wheel.

"I slept late, that's it. Just drop me off the cemetery already."

Even in her own seat, she doesn't find herself getting comfortable sitting on it as she shuffles and performed twists and turns, all the body movements just to occupy the hollow space inside her head. Gaze averted everywhere where it falls, skeptical where to dodge and land. Has no definite subject to focus onto.

"You couldn't find a better excuse, Mac. Tell me, what's up?"

As a friend, the doctor has all the right to be concerned for the attorney. After receiving the attorney's request which she needed for the doctor for a hitchhike to drive her for a visit to someone in particular in its graveyard for today marks its death anniversary.

It wasn't the attorney's intention to drag the doctor into her business but driving on a ducati with its rear brakes jammed and the air bubble was too much to diffuse which she find it difficult to bleed, all these where she already considered as red flags. It was too dangerous to take the risk.

Oddly wondering how she forgot to take note about bringing the bike to an auto shop for its maintenance when she normally jots it down to her lists. But reconsidering, since a lot has been going on in her sleeves, the probability that it might've just slip away from her mind was a factor.

"Really, I'm fine. Let's get going."

"Something is wrong with you. I can sense it."

"Hyun, seriously, I'm totally fine. Now, step on that pedal and let's hit the road."