Jamie lets out a relieved groan after watching Theo get on the elevator. He so badly wanted to go back to bed but knew he couldn’t; instead, he walks to his room and grabs his phone from the mattress. He groans when he sees the time.

How long was I out for? It’s 4 A. M. now, so...

He cuts himself off, trying not to count so he doesn’t scare himself. Theo could’ve done anything in that time, no matter how long or short it was. Jamie begins going through drawers and cabinets to make sure the stranger hadn’t taken anything.

Nothing’s gone. There’s no way he just came in and then left without taking anything.

He walks over to his desk and finds a folded slip of paper by the Tupperware container. Jamie first pulls the lid off the container and huffs when the bat is gone. His attention is then drawn to the paper. When he opens the paper, his own eyes stare back at him, messily scribbled in blue ink. It was almost identical to him. Despite the use of blue pen, the darkness of his eyes and the light stubble on his jawline are clearly depicted. Theo’s attention to detail was just barely short of supernatural. Jamie shrugs at the paper but decides not to throw it away. He folds it back up and slips it into the pocket of his hoodie, then walks into his kitchen and begins looking for anything else the stranger may have taken.

After finding everything in its place, Jamie sighs and sits down on his bed. He runs his fingers through his hair and holds his head in his hands, covering his eyes and scoffing with frustration. He allows his mind a few moments to remember Theo’s face, so if he happened to run into him on campus, he could ask him a few questions- things like why he’d been floating in Jamie’s kitchen. Jamie's mind traces the abnormally smooth jawline, his slightly upturned nose and just barely pointed ears, and his eyes that were somehow confident and reserved at the same time. Then, he opens his eyes to the crumb-covered paper towel and ceramic mug on his dresser, accompanied by the borderline comedic note Theo’d scribbled. His hands cover his face once more while he wishes the mug, towel, and maybe his headache away. However, all three things remain when he looks back to them. Jamie stands with a groan and takes everything to his kitchen. He leaves the note on the counter and turns on the faucet, then reaches for the mug. The ceramic mug, a light blue piece his girlfriend had made for him, reminds him of how it had felt to shake Theo’s hand; the ceramic was cool to the touch and smooth. Inhuman, as it should feel. However, Theo’s hand shouldn’t have felt inhuman. Jamie shrugged it off in the same way he shrugged off the very obvious, unearthly floating of Theo’s body, and the drawings of Jamie that had enough detail they looked real.

I wonder what that was about.

The sound of a key unlocking the front door puts Jamie on edge as he stands on his toes to put the mug back in its cabinet. His heart skips a beat and the mug nearly falls from his hand. Jamie’s breath catches and he catches it before it hits the countertop, then stands up straight. The lock jiggles a few times, and he sighs with relief when Elise stumbles through the door with a broad smile and her overnight bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hey! Welcome home,” He says. Elise, a slim young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and an almost regal composure, walks to him and gently kisses his cheek. He wraps his arms around her, the queasy feeling from the night before settling into his stomach again. He knew she wasn't the reason the feeling showed up, but it was almost always present when she was. She tosses her arms about his neck and presses her lips to his, before pulling away and burying her face in the folds of his sweater.

“I missed you!” She exclaims into his chest, and Jamie’s stomach flips at the slurred speech and very apparent scent of liquor on her breath.

“I missed you, too.” He mumbles, kissing the top of her head. She tosses her bag onto the floor by Jamie’s desk and walks through the kitchen, stumbling a little bit over her own feet, then turns into the bathroom and locks the door. He grabs her bag and begins unpacking it for her, pulling clothes, a makeup bag, and various accessories out and laying them on the desk.

Elise had been planning on spending the night at her friend’s house for their birthday. Jamie wasn’t exactly sure whose birthday it was, but he figured they'd all gotten thrown out of a bar and stumbled home. What he couldn't figure out was why she'd come back to their apartment. Jamie pushes the thought from his mind. He hums to himself, attempting to keep himself from thinking about inevitable discomfort. Elise had a bad habit of forgetting about boundaries when she drank.