Four hours later, JD popped open Ean’s living room window and stepped out onto the narrow brick ledge that ran decoratively around the building. We are totally gonna rematch tomorrow, he called out as he departed.
Inside, E practically chortled. I look forward to slaughtering you again, he said but JD was already out of earshot; halfway to the window of his own apartment.
This is awesome, E continued regardless. I can’t believe my best friend from high school is moving in next door. What are the odds?
Of course, though neither of them knew it, chance had nothing to do with JD’s new residence. The truth was-
Oh no you don’t, Narrator, Ean interrupted. You aren’t ruining this. As far as I’m concerned this is a happy accident and the only way this could be better than the good old days is if I didn’t have work tomorr-
He cut off mid-word, suddenly realizing he had other things to worry about.
Work tomorrow, E muttered. He began to strain at the ropes that still bound him in place. Gee, I hope I can get out of this chair by then.