Alone in the Streets of London

VIII

1.

Walking alone I finally feel like I am where I belong. My hands have long sinse frozen past the sinse of feeling them. I see the twelfth Spare's and knowing I don't have any money walk in anyways. I grab my phone out of my pocket and walk up to the kid working the cash register, "hey do you have a charger?" He grabs my phone looks at it and nods, "here ya go. There is an outlet by the back door." "Thanks." I plug it in and sit down next to it. Ten minuets later the light goes on signaling I can start to use it.

One new voice mail and ten missed calls. The voice mail is from the first day I was gone. That feels like so long ago. I tap my password in and I press it to my ear, "Hey Luke this is Mr. Duckworth I just wanted to make sure everything was okay sinse you weren't here today> If you need anything feel free to give me a call back and if not I will see you in class, hopefully tomorrow." Maybe he actually does care. I am so confused now. Why would he care, he has so many other students he has to worry about, ones that actually have futures. I lock my phone, I stare at its black screen. I lean my head against the back wall and close my eyes.

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I feel my phone buzzing. I recognize the number as Mr. Duckworth's. I let it ring, and ring, I like the way the vibration feels against my hand. I look to the top right hand corner for the battery percent, 99%. I unplug it and walk back up to the front desk. The kid looks up as I place it on the counter. "Thanks." "ya bud anytime." I can feel his eyes follow me out of the shop and back onto the street.

I like being alone on the streets of London, but I am not really alone. My phone continues to vibrate. Jon knows its on now because its ringing. I don't have any headphones so I just hold my phone in my hand as my fingers go numb from the cold I can barely feel it vibrate anymore.

2.

I know his phone is recharged, it is ringing and ringing, but no answer. I need to find him. It is getting late. I glance at the clock 22:09.

Then it hits me. With his phone on I can track him. I pull up the web page on my phone. I get the street names and run back to my car, which I dumbly left at the hospital. I keep the tracking sight pulled up on my phone and see he is still walking north. I will reach him soon. I just need to make sure he is all right and he needs to know that I care about him and he won't be alone as long as I have something to say about it.