“Are you sure it’s okay for us to move in here with you for a few months? We could find another way, we wouldn’t want to bother you too much…”

Since both of them were unemployed for the time being, and spent almost all of their waking hours working on the movie project, it made the most sense to have them move in here. If anything, it would save all of us some money.

I had enough room for the three of us, on the condition that we took turns sleeping since I only had the one bed and it was too small for the three of us. Since our biological clocks had different settings, it really wasn’t a big deal. Abby would sleep first, then Pierre, and my night-owly self would crash around 6 A.M. As long as they didn’t wake me up before midday, this arrangement was perfect.

Besides, our paranoias were satisfied by the idea that at least one of us would be awake at all times and could warn the others if anything happened. It could work. At least for a few months…

The hardest part, in the end, would be to help each other get better rather than pushing ourselves down. When you’re in pain, and surrounded by other people in pain, it’s easy to fall into a circle of lamentations and misery. Keeping away from it would require a lot of energy.

We only had a few days before meeting with the therapist and the other possible helpers, so we needed to finish outlining our plan, and even though we were almost done the last few things seemed the hardest to put in place. And to take the most time, too, of course.

The good thing was that my book kept selling pretty well in both languages, so I had earned enough money to keep us fed for a long time, and even enough for the basic needs of our adventure. I had ordered a sewing machine and fabric for costume-making, and my friend had sent me an awesome sewing pattern for the main character’s different sets of clothes.

While I was working on these, Pierre had secured the help of a sound engineer and special effects students in need of a school project. It had been an intense time, but we had the feeling that we were making huge steps towards a solid plan for all of this, and we felt optimistic.

“Having you two here will help working faster, and as long as you help cleaning up and making meals I really don’t mind. I just can’t let you guys sleep in the streets or in a depressing place. Besides, I haven’t had pets in a long time, it will be like having two cats!”

I don’t think Pierre was too happy to be compared to a cat, but Abby took it as a compliment and both put their stuff into my too-big-for-me wardrobe. Good thing I didn’t own much, after all. Good thing they didn’t either, to be honest.