Allison, in an amazing show of symmetry, headed back toward the neighborhood that Mikey lived in. In that sense, it was a shame Mikey hadn't followed her, but he had other problems.
She didn't head back to Mikey's house. As a point of fact, many people who went to Allison's school lived in Mikey's neighborhood.
She got close, however, heading into a nearby house whose door, strangely enough, admitted her, and heading up the stairs into one of the bedrooms.
It was messy. There was a pile of clothes oozing out of the hamper, the shelves were full of books, and assorted models and memorabilia. There was a comfy chair and computer that obviously got at least as much use as the bed, because the owner of the room...for the next few moments, at least, was sound asleep in the chair, drooling over his keyboard.
"Mine," something clicked inside Allison as she went for the pile of dirty clothes that was obscuring the hamper, grabbing an oversized t-shirt and slipping it over herself.
She began to pick clothes off the floor and spoon them back into the hamper. "I'd better do some laundry tonight," Allison remarked to herself. She was starting to run out of clean clothes.
She tied her hair into a messy ponytail and started the day, oblivious to the zombielike form of Leonard Drullers heading out of the room, sleepwalking.
