The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 24, 1994
**Iolani POV**
Last night had to be one of the longest nights I've had since I came to Minneapolis. I was on my feet the entire night, rushing from one patient to the next from the minute I walked in the door at work.
To say the situation was chaos would've been an understatement. There were people everywhere...patients, worried family members, and staff. It was crazy!
While we had a lot of close calls, in the end we were one of the lucky ones. We had no fatalities. Most of the local hospitals weren't so lucky.
By noon the next day though, I was completely wiped out. Between rushing back early from vacation with my e ipo, and pretty much heading right to work, I was ready to drop on my feet.
Suddenly though, I found myself wondering about the message Aloha left on my machine while we were away. I honestly hadn't expected to hear back from her this soon, let alone to hear that she's already planning to come here to see me.
I have to admit I'm excited to see her again though. Despite everything that's happened between us, it's been far too long. I can't help but wonder what surprise she has in store that's got her so excited. I suppose I'll find out soon enough. She'll be here in a little over a week.
But where on earth will I put her? My apartment is full to bursting as it is with my e ipo settled into the spare room...unless he moves into my room with me...I have to admit I like the sounds of that... A seductive grin crosses my face at the thought.
My thoughts slowly bring themselves back to today though, and I find that all I want is a quiet afternoon at home. My plan is simple...go home and have a quick lunch with him, then head straight to bed. With a smirk I can't help thinking, Hmmmm...maybe he'll join me...
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I open the door to my apartment, but it seems eerily quiet. "Honey!" I call out, but get no response. That's strange...maybe he just stepped out for a few minutes.
I wander into my room, thinking he might've gone on the computer with the headphones on. My covers look slightly rumpled, but everything else seems to be as I left it last night. Oookay...
I take a quick glance in his room, but quickly determine he's not there either. Honey, where are you? Confused, I shrug my shoulders before making my way to the answering machine only to see the message waiting light blinking furiously. Huh...I've never seen it go that crazy before...something's definitely up...
I push the button for the machine, and in a matter of moments I hear a computerized voice say. You have 27 new messages. The first message was received at 10:07 am from a blocked number. "Artist? Are you there? This is Levi...click"
