Just as he got the text back, he started to head towards the library. Dylan had been adamant about him wearing something so it didn’t really matter to him what it was. If he had to wear the necklace Alex made for him before, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he hated her. When he stepped into the library from the annoyingly cold weather, he looked around to find her. Of course he could spot that head of hair from a mile away. With a large sigh leaving his mouth, he walked over to the table she was sitting at and sat across from her. “Hey,” he said as he leaned his arms on the table and let his fingers lace together.

“And here’s your fucking milkshake. Since you so clearly needed it for whatever reason.”

Naomi headed to Morgan’s office and of course it was exactly what she thought it would be. She had never been in it before, but it was nothing short of what she imagined it would be. Instead of spending time wondering what the hell she was looking at, she sat down in a chair that was in a random spot in the office. Clearly Morgan didn’t know how to get comfortable seats. “So whatever that stupid liquified herb was, I can’t figure out the name of. But it is an herb,” she said as she fiddled with the vial in her hands.

He was absolutely convinced that he was going crazy. There was no way in hell that he wasn’t. Everything had seemed perfectly normal. Except for the fact that he kept on hearing a random man’s voice in his head. Why would he have been having a random man’s voice in his head in the first place? As he sat there talking to Assia (considering she had never left), he still thought about it. Maybe he was hallucinating. But why would he have been hallucinating about some other man? Why was another man’s voice making a recurring appearance in his head? He listened to her speak and then took another bite of the pizza in front of him. Maybe he should just stop thinking about it.