(Myca's Point of View)
After I got off the train, I went to a motel and paid to stay for the night. In the early morning, I woke up, got dressed, and started looking for Jon.
I run to the apartment building in the Narrows. I stop in front of the door and went inside, climbed up the stairs, and stopped in front of Jon's door. I knock on the door.
"Jon? Are you home? Its Myca. Please answer the door." I knock again. He probably isn't home. I walk down the stairs in anguish and run all the way to Arkham. I walk in and went to the woman at the front desk.
"Excuse me? Ma'am?"
"Yes?"
"I was wondering if I can talk to Dr. Crane."
"I'm sorry, he's not here yet. He's coming to check on a new patient. If you're willing to wait, then you can wait over there," the woman said pointing to the row of chairs next to an old television and some outdated magazines.
"Okay, thank you." The woman nodded as a response and I walked to a chair and sat down. I see the front desk lady pick up the phone and talk. I was too far away to hear what she's saying. I hear her call over to me.
"Excuse me, Miss. What's your name?"
"Myca," I said. I saw her lips move and it looked like she said my name. She nodded and it looked like she said 'okay.' She hangs up the phone and walks up to me.
"I just called Dr. Crane. He'll be here right away. I didn't know you he had a fiancee and a very pretty one at that." I try not to be in shock.
"Yup. He's the love of my life." In a way, that was sort of true.
"Well I just called him and he'll be here shortly."
"Thank you." I just continue to stare at the front door, waiting to see Jon walking in. It takes about twenty minutes for him to get ready and fifteen minutes to get here. I have to wait here for thirty-five minutes! I look at the television and its a Spanish game show. I look time and time again at the front door, hoping to see Jon, but no such luck.
I wish I had something to do while I wait. I wish I had a pack of cards to play solitaire. I wish Jon could get here sooner. Even though I've seen him multiple times before and it hasn't been long since I've last seen him, I was nervous and butterflies fluttering in my chest. I look at the door again, no one was walking in. I twiddle my thumbs. I stare out the window behind me, looking out into the Narrows.
I heard the door squeak open. I whip my head to the door. It wasn't Jon. It was another doctor. I sigh and look around the lobby. The paint of the walls were red and chipping. The stairs and the rest of the wood work is a dark stain, but wore out over the years. Above my head was a picture of a man with the name plated beneath which read;
'Amadeus Arkham'
That must've been the founder of this asylum. I look back to the door again, Jon wasn't there. He was taking a really long time to get here. I was becoming impatient.
"C'mon, Jon. Where are you?" My leg started shaking from anticipation. I hope he doesn't think that i'm here only to yell at him. Thats completely not the case. I look at one on the magazines and i just browse through it. It was extremely old. i put it down and continued to stare at the door, biting my nails.
I then see a lanky figure in a grey suit come in. It was Jon. I stand right out of my seat.
"Jon!" He looked my way and walked over to me.
"What are you doing here?"
"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"
"I might," he joked.
