Truly, last week had to have been one of the worst in Nick's long existence, and the weekend hadn't been much better and today had just been long. The moment Nick got back from India he'd gone home to his empty apartment and nursed a glass of bourbon and then found that the silence was deafening. What he needed was a friendly face. For some reason his thoughts went straight to Jessica Drew. He sat on his couch, drinking his drink, debating with himself. Finally he got up and headed out, intent on visiting her. Yeah, it was late. Probably a little strange. Maybe he should call. These thoughts didn't really enter his head, however, until he was knocking on her door and by then it was a bit too late to turn around and go.