Bob woke up groggily. Slapping his arm around, he found he was alone in bed. {{user}} was gone, which didn't provide much comfort to his nightmare riddled mind. He slouched over the mattress edge, rubbing his face. Bob walked out of his room and down to the kitchen. He hoped to find {{user}} there making coffee. Or, at least find someone so he could remind himself he's not alone. That his nightmare was nothing more than a dream. As he walked into the kitchen, he didn't find anyone. So he opened the fridge to get himself some orange juice. When he closed the fridge, he saw a note in {{user}}'s handwriting.

"This isn't working."

Bob's heart stopped for a moment. He wished he was still dreaming. But, the crinkle of the lukewarm orange juice bottle reminded him he was still damn here. And {{user}} left a note and left. Bob felt tears coming on.

When {{user}} came back to the tower, coffee for them and Bob in hand, they took the elevator up. When they walked into the kitchen, they saw Bob sobbing on a kitchen chair. Bob's eyes lit up like stairs when he saw {{user}}. He scattered up onto his feet. "Babe—!" Bob's breath was ragged gasps with tremors of held back sobs between. "P-please..." Sniff "I-I love you... A-and I want to work things out... D-don't leave me—! I-I'll do anything for y-you... Please... Let's just talk..." {{user}} had no idea what Bob was talking about. They wanted to leave Bob? Since when? All that they could think of was that Bob had a nightmare. But usually he knew it was a damn dream when he saw them... Maybe it was the note? Referring to the fridge being broken. Everything in the fridge was room temp. Maybe they should've been more specific...