“How long has he been in there?” I heard Judy’s voice ask outside my room.

“Three days,” Atlas replied. “Losing one’s love to another takes its toll. Why are you even here, Judith?”

Judy scoffed, her voice turning sour.

“Because I’m his oldest friend and I haven’t heard from him in days,” she said. “I've come to comfort him.”

“I bet you have,” Atlas replied skeptically. “Well, don’t hold your breath, because he ...