NAME| Alan Sheffield-Westmond
LOCA| Fresa Apartments, Apartment 45
ACTN| Resting.
INVT| Wallet [in: $16, photo ID, credit card]
OBJV| Wait for his parents.
I wake up around 1 AM. Despite this, my parents are still not home. But someone else is. I open my eyes, and find Megan sitting in the chair across the room, watching the news. As I sit up, she quickly turns. "Alan, you scared me."
"How can I scare you? This is my house."
"I thought you were asleep. I was waiting for your parents to show up."
I shrug, and rub my eyes before standing up and walking in front of the TV. As I watch, I cross my arms. "...a jailbreak has occurred in downtown Goodyear, with one inmate still reported as missing," the anchorman stated as the camera panned over a damaged Mustang.
Megan looks at me, and asks, "Weren't you there?"
"I suppose I left several minutes early. Or maybe it was happening as I left."
She shrugs, and looks toward me. "So, what happened with your brother?" Over the next half hour, I recant the story Lt. Jerse had earlier. The whole time, Megan nods and listens intently. After I finally finish, she gives me a hug and pulls away before saying, "How do you feel?"
"Indifferent. I expected this, but not in this way. I expected him to be found under an overpass, dead following an overdose." As Megan nods, my cell phone began to ring. I ran to pick it up. "Hello?"
"Alan, it's Julie." Julie was my eighteen year-old sister.
"Julie, where are you guys? It's 1:15," I state while glancing at the wall clock.
"We'll probably be here until 5. We've shut down the engine, too. There's tons of traffic."
"What? Put ma on the phone." I hear a rustle before my mother begins to speak.
"Alan?"
"I'm here, ma."
"It's miles of brake lights out here. We won't be home for the next several hours."
"Please tell me Julie's exaggerating."
"No, Alan. Afraid not."
I sigh, before speaking, "Alright, I'll see you later." I hang up the phone. Megan chimes in from across the room, "What happened?"
"There's a lot of traffic right now, probably due to the prison break. Where are your folks?"
"Milwaukee."
"What for?"
"Visiting an old friend of theirs."
I nod, and put my phone down. "Well, you're welcome to stay here."
"No, it's okay. I'll see you later."
I wave as she walks out the door, and I lock it before sitting back down on the couch to watch the news.