"Patients, Please."

The longest hour of my life

Getting through the airport I sit down along the wall at baggage claim and wait for my bag. Knowing I have to order myself a car and try and go to my house. Pulling my phone out of my backpack, I turn in back on. Because of all the creepy text messages I just turned it off to actually have some quiet on the plane. My phone starts buzzing like crazy and I look down to see the top message that just says: Welcome Home.

The person that was sitting next to me on the plane has now walked away with their suitcase. Through the crowd of people I go over and watching everyone grab their bags I order myself a car to at least take me someplace where I can hide for a couple of hours before Mark's flight lands. Looking up from my phone I see my bag start to go by, grabbing it and going out to the main part of the airport where the shops and the food courts is and get myself a cup of coffee waiting for my car contemplating wither I should just drop my bag off at home or if I should just keep it around with me.

After about 20 minutes I get a message that my car is here and I explain to them the situation I have. The man driving agrees to do what I have in mind and takes me to my house. He was kind and asked me a million questions: Where did I fly in from? What I was doing there? Did I learn anything while I was there? I answered very vaguely and it wasn't long before we pulled up in front of the apartment. Sighing I thanked him before running my suitcase in my house. Walking up to the door, I notice on the clip there are several pieces of paper attached to my door. I grab my keys from my bag and unlock the door and grab the notes before slamming the door. The house smells amazing, just as I hoped while I was gone. Dragging my suitcase with me and just put it inside the door. Locking the door back I go back out to the car and get in going to the shopping mall down the road from my house.

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I think I've walked this complete mall at least twice and I'm just now going shopping around an actual grocery store so I can get food and things for the next week and maybe find something for dinner tonight, maybe Mark will want to make food instead of going out to eat. My phone starts ringing and startles me, pulling it out of my pocket I answer, "Hello?"

"Hey, I just landed. I'll be there as quick as I can okay?" he says very chipper.

I smile, "Umm... I'm not home. As soon as I landed he messaged me welcome home so I got worried and has been walking around the mall down from my house." As I am walking through a group of people start walking toward me and a gentleman doesn't move around me and completely walks into me. I fall back a bit but think nothing of it. "I take a second to look around me and back down at my basket with less than 10 things in it. "Umm... listen. I ugh... I have a bad feeling right now. Something's wrong." I say scratching my head.

He pauses for a second, "Like you don't feel good or?"

I shake my head and try and swallow the nothingness that's in my mouth right now, "No, I just I can't explain it right now. I don't know how but I just feel like something's wrong."

"Do you want to come over to my place?" he asks quietly. "He doesn't know where I live."

I look around, "Umm... yes." I say quietly.

"Alright, I can meet you at the mall by your house. Is there anything you need before I get there?" He asks very sweetly.

I shake my head, "No, but I need to go back to my apartment and get some clothes for tomorrow."

He sighs, "Alright, please don't go back there before I get to you at the shopping mall."

"Of course," I say, "I'll stay where I am."