Apt 8150, Morning, Spencer, Closed
Spencer had spent the night with John, and his father, while Erika and his mother had spent the night at the Empress with John's wife Nikki and the children. It didn't stop Spencer waking early, and getting up as if it were a normal day, pulling on his running shorts and shoes, a tee-shirt, and filling a water bottle before heading out for a run. He hadn't slept all that well, and to be honest he felt wired. The run would probably do him good, relax him somewhat.
He came back of course to a scene of complete chaos, with his Dad and John running about trying to ring people, see if anyone had seen him, and it was all he could do not to just laugh and laugh and laugh, but then, he did accept that maybe he could have left a note, or woken John to say where he was going, or his father.... but, enough! He left the two of them arguing over the bag of breakfast goodies he'd picked up from the Foundry Market shops on the way back and went to take a shower. From there on in, the day went steadily to plan. Until about half an hour before the wedding was supposed to start, Spencer was down in the ballroom, nervously adjusting his collar and tie, and starting to wonder if Roxy was all right, and whether she'd be on time.