Thousand Stars

Dylan couldn’t believe that most of her things here didn’t work. How can she live in a place like this? Ruffling his hair, he fished out his phone from his pocket and dialed some numbers on it, punching the call button.

“Hello, Mr. Reed, how can I help you at this time of night?” A woman’s voice came through the other line after his call rang for a few seconds.

“Grace, find me a new refrigerator, fill it with supplies, run through the groceries, take everything that a kitchen needs. Then find me a collapsible bathtub and room heater. I'll send you the address on where it is going to be delivered.” He said without wasting any moments to pass, all the while rubbing his forehead and pacing back and forth at the center of the room.

“When would you like me to get it ready?”

Dylan paused for a moment and looked down on his watch, seeing that it had already struck midnight. Hoping that there will be more time before Rachel will rouse and go sober.

“Now. I want it delivered before three