I'm surprised when he stops the car in front of my apartment.

"Why are we here?" I ask him. He's been quiet the entire way here.

"Come," he says as he gets out of the car.

I follow without another word. Not at all sure what's gotten into him, I let us into my apartment.

"Start packing."

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Pack," he repeats as if I didn't hear him, "now."

"You can be so impatient sometimes," I complain.

"I want you in my apartment. I ...