There were so many boxes; some full, most empty. Cam was taking his time, to-do list bedamned. Dave deserved nothing less, although Cam was having a hard time even thinking the name of his best friend. Eyes bright red, yet dry, and his cheeks flushed, the newly appointed Highway second-in-command went about his task slowly, almost like a robot. He had Dave's will with him, and separate items were set away for various people; the original copy of the book for Dylan, the stuffed animals for Mischa and a box containing two sets of keys for Allegra.
That accomplished, Cam worked efficiently, yet dully. He felt empty, aside from his new purpose; to be the best damned second that the Highway had ever seen. Soon, there were boxes spread around him, some holding clothes, others holding a multitude of crumpled pieces of paper. It didn't matter what they held, however, Cam would keep packing.
Two apartments down, Wes was giving Matt the lay of a lifetime in order to keep them both from thinking too hard about Dave's conspicuous absence.
Cam soldiered on. Under the bed, he found a piece of paper, a letter addressed to Dylan. Not reading it, he set it on top of the book he was going to eventually give to Dylan... but that was when he heard the steps outside. He turned his head from his kneeling position, boxes spread around him, and cosed his eyes briefly.
"I'm following orders. I can't stop." The words were hollow, empty, and Cam felt the sting of tears behind his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Couldn't.