You’d been in classes all day, and you hadn’t seen Alex once. This frightened you a bit. Alex was never one to miss class. He, frankly, enjoyed it. And he would never skip. So… where was he?

You drove over to the Keaton’s house, determined to make sure he was okay.

“Hi, {{user}},” his sister, Mallory, greeted you. “Hey, Mal. I was looking for Alex… he’s okay, right?” You asked hesitantly. “Oh, he’s fine.” It almost looked as though she was fighting back a smile. “He’s just sick, is all.”

Mallory let you in and you made your way upstairs. Very quietly, you turned the doorknob to Alex’s room, stepping inside.

He sat up immediately. “Hey, {{user}},” he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster.