He started leaving, but before he left, I said, “Wait! Can you lock the door or something?â€?

“Yeah.â€?

He exited the room. No one tried to get in while he was gone. I didn’t want to annoy him, much less depend on him for my safety.

Soon, someone knocked on the door. “It’s Theo, can you let me in?â€?

I got up, found my way to the handle, and rotated the little lever above the doorknob. Pulling the door open, I moved out of the way to let him in.

“Okay, so what kind of music do you like?â€?

“Rock, stuff like that. Not much of a preference anyways; I can’t believe you found it!â€?

“Yeah, there were a bunch of CD’s in a drawer. Kind of hidden, too.â€?

He put a disc into the music player and pressed the play button. Then, music blared from the speakers.

I actually recognized the song. I didn’t know all of the words, but I knew the familiar guitar part. It’s not like I would’ve sung along; I was a terrible singer.

Theo started to turn the volume down, but I stopped him. The louder, the better.