Things To Do For Lucy

Five

Previously on TTDFL:

"You do know schizophrenia is genetic, right?"

She just turned to look at me, fresh tears burning in her eyes. She gave me a sad, teary eyes smile.

"Yeah, I know."

Quote of the Chapter

"I know what it's like being afraid of your own mind."

-Matthew Gray Gubler as Spencer Reid.

Five

Looking into Lucy's eyes, I can tell she's about to lose it.

"Okay, why don't we get out of here? Go somewhere that's not to open to public. So nobody sticks their nose into our business," I suggested, not wanting her seen in her fragile state.

"Oh, sure," she said dryly as I made my way to slide out of the booth, her following my movements. When she finished packing her stuff, we made our way out the door.

When we were outside, I asked, "Do you still wanna cry?"

She shut her eyes tight and when she opened them, she looked up at me. "Number 75: Cry less."

"Oh."

"Hey," she said as we began walking to nowhere in particular. "Do you wanna go to my house? My dads not home and it's huge so we can write your list in peace."

I contemplated it. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be in a mansion.

"Sure, but how are we going to get there? You probably live far away and I don't have a car."

"Well," she gestured towards the street in front of us. "We can just hail a cab."
She proceeded to get close to the edge of the sidewalk, stick out her hand and let out a loud whistle and within seconds, a yellow taxi cab stopped feet from where we were.

She walked up to it, opened the door and features for me to get in. "Ladies first." She gave me sly grin and a wink.

"Shut up," I said, a smile making its way to my lips as she gets in after me. "Sir, can you drive us to this address, please?" Lucy asked as she took out a piece of paper from her backpack and showed it to the man.

"Yeah, no problem," the man responded as the car started moving.

"Thanks," she said as she put it back into her backpack. I stared at her, silently asking a question. When she noticed, she leaned up to me and whispered, "I don't say my address out loud, obviously. Plus, the address is still like 5 minutes away so we'd just have to walk the rest of the way into the estate."

"Estate?" I asked, suddenly a bit conserved it might be a wee bit too fancy for me.

Seeming to notice my discomfort, she perked up. "It's not that big anyways so you don't have to be worried about anything." She flapped her hand in a way to dismiss my discomfort.

After another minute of talking, the cabby said, "We're here." When I got out of the car, I was a bit surprised to see we were at a train station.