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What time should I
be watching for you?”
    “I’d say 6:30-ish.” Drew figured that
would be plenty of time.
    “Okay. That will give me plenty of time
to get dinner ready. See ya then.” Max leaned over and gave him a quick peck on
the cheek and with that Drew was gone.
    Once on the train, headed for the
dreaded day of boring phone calls, Drew wondered why he hadn’t played the game
last night. He then realized that he hadn’t had his usual coffee. I guess a
little sludge from the pot at work won’t kill me. At least I hope it won’t.
    Drew stepped off the train onto the
platform. From there you could see the windows on the second floor of the
building he worked in. He stood there for a while, imagining that on the other
side of those windows was his desk at the agency. Granted, he never wanted to
be responsible for people’s lives again, but he could really go for being back
at a job that gave him more excitement. He shook himself free of that thought
and walked to the end of the platform and down the crowded stairs.
    Once inside, Drew made his way through
the maze of cubicles, passing his on his way to the coffee pot. After making
himself a cup, he made his way back to his desk and sat down. Once again, the
day greeted him with a pink piece of paper. This time the message read: She
sure made it easy. Sorry I missed you again. Will keep trying.
    Who the hell is this from? What are they
talking about? Drew
couldn’t understand why people leave such cryptic messages. He decided that he
would think about it later and got to work.
    ***
    At around noon Max called Drew to see
how his day was going. It was nice to have somebody that cared. He told her
about the messages he got from the mystery caller, but other than that, there
wasn’t much about his day to tell her. After getting off the phone he grabbed a
sandwich from the cafeteria on the first floor and went back up to his desk.
    While he ate his lunch, he wondered what
the message meant. Who had made it easy, and for whom? It always seemed that
Drew was met with more questions than answers. He found himself getting
frustrated and decided to just get back to work, hoping that the second half of
the day would move faster than the first.
    There was a commotion in the hallway
about five minutes from quitting time, so Drew decided that leaving a few
minutes early wouldn’t hurt anything. He walked out into the hall and saw
paramedics lifting one of the cleaning crew onto a gurney.
    “What happened?” Drew asked one of the
other cleaning people who looked distraught.
    “She said she had a headache and then
just went down. She isn’t breathing and they can’t get a heartbeat.”
    Drew was beginning to wonder just what
was going on all of a sudden. There were so many people dying and nobody seemed
to know why. He was beginning to worry. Could there be an epidemic even the CDC
didn’t know about? Would it eventually kill everyone around? Again, more
questions and no answers.
    Drew rushed to the train and then rushed
home. He checked the doors of his neighbors apartment and all seemed well. Drew
let himself into his place and looked around there as well. He then called Max
to let her know that he was just going to change and grab a few things and that
he would be on his way soon.
    “Do you want me to stop and pick
anything up on my way over?” Drew hoped she would say no so he could just go
right there.
    “Well, if you wouldn’t mind, a couple of
croissants from The Bean would go nicely with dinner. Oh, and could you grab
some of those yummy muffins?” Max sounded so happy and almost excited.
    “Sure. What flavor muffins would you
like?”
    “The cinnamon apple ones are great. Help
me grab a couple of those?”
    “Sounds great. Be there soon.”
    After changing out of his work clothes,
Drew grabbed another change of clothes for tomorrow, his laptop and a bottle of
wine. He made sure to lock all windows and doors before heading over to Max’s
house.
    He