Charlie left the bedroom and opened the apartment door.
"Charlie?"
His eyes went wide when he saw who it was. "Donovan? Is that you?"
"Of course, it's me. Who the fuck did you think I was?"
"Rachel, who is it?" Charlie heard Ann say, from the bedroom.
"Listen, Charlie. I don't have much time."
"How did you find me? How did you know I was in this body?"
"That's not important right now. Just listen, okay?"
Charlie shut up and listened.
"Not everything here is what it seems," Donovan said. "And beware the skies."
"Yeah, I kind of got that one."
"There are six altogether."
"Six?"
"Yes. There's red, orange, yellow, green, violet, and brown." Donovan looked from side to side, then said "I've gotta go." Then he took off down the hall.
"Hey, wait!" Charlie watched him turn a corner, and then he was gone. Not everything here is what it seems. What did he mean by that? Charlie thought, as he closed the door. If he had just kept it open a little longer, however, he would of witnessed a cloud of blue sparkling dust appear in the hall and a man walking out from it. In fact, it was the same strange man that sent Charlie to this city. The man casually walked down the hall in the direction that Donovan had fled in.
"Who was that?" Ann asked. She was leaning against the wall, completely naked. Such a beautiful sight.
"No one. He had the wrong apartment," Charlie lied. He walked back into the bedroom with Ann and slipped off his robe.
