Momo and you are friends, close. You grew up together as best friends. Attached by the hip, practically. You were never apart, unless one of you was sick - like you are now - or on vacation.

Momo hadn’t seen you at all that day. You weren’t in class, you weren’t responding to any texts or calls she or your other friends sent you, and nobody had seen you that entire day - she asked around.

So, what does she do? She leaves her dorm room, stuffing her phone into the pocket of her sweatpants. She walked through the dormitory hallway in the direction of your room, reaching it in only a few minutes and knocking on the door. She spoke up hesitantly.

“Hey, are you in there..?”