say you'll see me again

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Roseanne slowly drifts awake from the best night of sleep she has had in years. She feels warm and comfortable, more comfortable than she ever remembers being in her own bed. Through her still-closed eyelids, she can tell that that it is light outside. She shifts to roll onto her back but freezes when she feels a weight on her waist. Her eyes shoot open and she is met with a mane of brown hair. She slowly takes in her surroundings, the events of the night before slowly coming back to her.

Roseanne is asleep on her couch, the television lighting up her figure intermittently. She often falls asleep in front of the television; it makes her feel less alone. She has grown used to letting infomercials lull her to sleep. She always regrets it the next day when she feels like all of her muscles have turned to wood.

These last few days, Roseanne has had more trouble than usual falling asleep. Thoughts of Suzy and Lisa have been running through her head, and she has been unable to ignore them, as much as she would want to. Neither can she ignore the pull she feels towards Lisa, no matter how much she reminds herself that it is one-sided.

She is jerked from her sleep by a loud notification from her telephone. She groans and curses herself for having forgotten to mute her phone for the night. She knows she should ignore it if she wants to be able to go back to sleep, but she can't help herself from peeking at her screen. She squints as her screen blinds her momentarily before her eyes adjust and she can read the message.

Lisa

Rosan command get mee

Roseanne immediately bolts upright, typing out a quick response to Lisa. She is obviously drunk and in need of help, and Roseanne cannot ignore her plea. She hates being so weak; she had told herself she would avoid all contact with Lisa, but she cannot bring herself to ignore her when she is in trouble.

Roseanne

Are you ok Lisa? Where are you?

When Lisa answers with only a number, Roseanne groans.

Roseanne

I need a street name, Lisa.

Roseanne

Lisa!

Worry gnawing at her insides, Roseanne decides that she can't wait for Lisa to send an answer; who knows how long it might take? What if she is in trouble and unable to answer? Thankfully, Roseanne fell asleep fully-dressed and is ready to go in seconds. She grabs her car keys and rushes out the door, mind working furiously. There are only a few streets with addresses that go up to 6000. Roseanne maps them out in her head, focusing on those closer to Lisa's apartment. She can think of three.

Roseanne drives over the speed limit on her way to the first street. She is usually very law-abiding, but her distress causes her to bend the rules. She grips the steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turn white. When she is forced to loosen her grip because of lack of circulation, she drums her fingers against the steering wheel impatiently.

Thankfully, the streets are very quiet at this time of night, and she makes it to the first street in record time. She stops in front of #6542 and scans the apartment. The lights are off and it appears empty, but she can't be sure. She steps out of her car and bangs loudly on the front door.

Roseanne waits a moment, and when there is no answer, she bangs on the door again. A moment later, a half-asleep man opens the door in his bathrobe and eyes her suspiciously.

"Who the hell are you? Do you know what time it is?"

Roseanne ignores his questions and proceeds to her own interrogation.