Thirty minutes later James reaches the city limits. Pretty soon he will be pulling into his parking garage. It feels great to be back in the city. The place where he feels the most at home. Anywhere else he goes, he feels out of place. Like he doesn’t belong there. But not here. This place comforts him, mind and body.

As he parks his Lexus in the garage he feels an overwhelming sense of relief. He is no longer worried about Theresa, and wether or not she has moved on.. He knows that they are back together again. Now he can go upstairs and relax. His loft is only an elevators ride away.

James puts his key in the door to unlock it. He proceeds to walk through the door to his foyer. Finally he is home. He takes a deep relaxing breath. It seemed like he was gone longer than he really was. For some reason this place always smells brand new.

He walks over to his answering machine and sees if he has any messages waiting for him. The number blue is glowing on the indicator screen, displaying his messages.