Alex woke up on the sofa, mind still whirling from the night before. Taylor and Kara were heading out the door and they exchanged a few awkward pleasantries, awkward from Alex's end anyways. After they left all Alex wanted to do was hide in his room and collect his thoughts, even though he should have been heading to the police station to see Froyd. Alex morosely headed to his bedroom and flopped down on his bed. His mind was spinning with all that had happened to him in the last few days.
Did my dream mean something? Is it time to forget this town and this horrible job and go back home to Catherine? Would she have remarried? Would she still take me back? And what about Taylor? I have to protect him, but how? He just shot a police officer. Alex thought.
His eyes wandered around his room and looked out the window. It looked cold and grey and dreary. Standing at the bus stop was a girl as bland as the grey day.
Wasn't she that new girl? I guess life here is too tough for some people. Including me. Maybe it's just time to go home. I don't have to deal with this shit hole.
Instead of spending the rest of the day moping in his bed, Alex decided to get out of his house and get some food. As he walked down the hallway to the elevators he hoped he wouldn't see Taylor or Froyd today, he hadn't decided whose side he was going to be on yet and didn't want to have to make a rash decision he'd later regret.
That's how I've ended up in this situation in the first place. Alex bitterly thought.