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Alex woke up to nothing, no sounds. His brain had woken him up. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back before sitting up. His light was off but he had a feeling the power had returned.
He twisted the knob on his lamp and winced at the bright light, quickly shutting it off. At least the power was back. Alex got up and left his room, wanting to see if you were still there.. or if you were ever there. Alex stuck his head out from the hallway first, noticing the pull-out was folded back inside the couch. He sighed, deeming it all a dream.
But when he stepped closer to the couch, he saw that the blanket he had given you was neatly folded on one of the cushions, the pillow you used set on top of the blanket along with a note. It wasn't a dream. Alex grabbed the paper and squinted his eyes, trying to read the message through the sleepy blur still in his vision.
"The power came back so I called my friend and left with him. Sorry for searching through your drawers to find a phone book and I'm also sorry for leaving your door unlocked.." Alex read to himself. He lifted his gaze from the note and stared at his front door, seeing it really was unlocked.
After locking the door, he went to his kitchen. Tiger sat in front of his food bowl. Alex stuck your note to the fridge with a magnet and stared at it, analyzing your handwriting. He glanced at the counter and saw the open phone book you had used to call your friend. Alex stood in front of the book, he dragged his fingers down the page and pinched the corner, flipping through the different pages until his eyes spotted your name.
Alex's lips parted and he took in a breath. His wide eyes stared at you name, your phone number. The phone book had the numbers of everyone who lived in this town. Each year, a new one was made, so numbers would be added if someone moved into town. Alex had the latest one, meaning it had your number.
He rushed over to his phone, still holding onto the book. Alex set the phone book down on the counter and grabbed the phone off the wall, quickly dialing in your number. It rang, and it buzzed. Alex scowled and realized you were still probably locked out of your apartment. He put the phone back on the wall and dropped to the floor.
