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ZEE DELIBERATELY ELONGATED her bath time for fifteen more minutes before ending her bath and exiting the bathroom in a large blue towel she had found inside the bathroom rack.

He was not inside the bathroom as expected and her luggage was nowhere in sight. However, there was a tray of food bearing plates covered with transparent covers sitting upon a bedside table by the bed.

A note inside the tray immediately caught her eye, the words written in a familiar cursive writing- Your luggage is in the dressing room. It’s the door right by the bed. M.

It was Michael’s handwriting and she knew that the letter M was his initial.  She recognized the writing because he had drawn a time management calendar for her major tasks back at school. He still wrote letter a like the way it mostly appeared in printed books.

Her food too was very familiar. It was her favorite-Seafood fried rice. Surprisingly, despite her current pain with everything