Thirty hours. That's all {{user}} had until Heather deletes him from the world. So, what you do? {{user}} saw J.D's motorbike outside and got an idea.

{{user}} climbed up and snapped his window lock. {{user}}, high and drunk, climbed in and saw J.D

J.D. sat upright in bed and turned on his lamp. He looked over and saw {{user}}. J.D. was just in a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. His black hair was a mess, and his deep brown eyes looked black.

"What..? {{user}}? How'd you find my address?"