who:Jack Landors and OTA (preferably someone he knows) what:Going back to the apartment he shared with Kennedy. When:November 11th, evening. Where:said apartment. Warnings: TBA
Jack didn't know why he was going back to that house. He couldn't even talk to Kennedy yet, who knew how stepping into that house would feel like. However it felt like, he wasn't exactly looking forward to it. He couldn't put it off forever. Eventually someone would want to rent that apartment, and he didn't want them renting it with his and Kennedy's memories in it. Even if they were fake. So after work after he'd dropped Sam back off at his house he parked out front and took a deep breath and just sat in his patrol car. Trying to build up the nerve to get out. His brows furrowed uncomfortably as he looked up at the house and the stairs that lead to the doorway. He hated that the higher powers played with their minds. But deep, deep down he missed it.
It wasn't all bad being all in love, the thing that bothered him was the way it happened.That his memories could be so easily altered. Finally he got out of the car and pulled out the keys, but he only made it to the first step. Leaning against the rail that lead to the front door he just watched it distantly and folded his arms. The night air was cold and it was raining. His clothes were soaked. Still he didn't budge. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it was to soon afterall. His stomach felt like it was in knots, and he made a face.