He doubted any counselors were still on guard. Everyone had to think they were dead. Buzzard food.
It would mean living the rest of his life as a fugitive. The police would always be after him.
At least he could call his parents and tell them he was still alive.
But he couldn’t go visit them, in case the police were watching the apartment.
Although, if everyone thought he was dead, they wouldn’t bother to watch the apartment.
He would have to somehow get a new identity. Now, I’m really thinking crazy, he thought. He wondered if a crazy person wonders if he’s crazy.
But even as he thought this, an even crazier idea kept popping into his head. He knew it was too crazy to even consider.
Still, if he was going to be a fugitive for the rest of his life, it would help to have some money, perhaps a treasure chest full of money.
You’re crazy! he told himself. Besides, just because he found a lipstick container with K B on it, that didn’t mean there was treasure buried there.
It was crazy. It was all part of his crazy feeling of happiness. Or maybe it was destiny.
He reached over and shook Zero’s arm. “Hey, Zero,” he whispered.
“Huh?” Zero muttered. “Zero, wake up.” “What?” Zero raised up his head. “What is it?”
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