Alex was sitting. He had a plastic bag filled with chocolate and candy, and he was apparently sitting on the ground. He had the vague notion that he was waiting for something, but he couldn't recall what.

This will always happen when he drinks too much coffee. His head is hurting like hell, but he still wants his answer.

He wants to know who Ashly's new lover is, if Ashly really moved on, why she didn't break their bond, and why the hell she told Alex to fuck her three months ...