Holly and I wake up in my room, and it's about 10:00 a.m. I'm really not used to sleeping in, but it's quite lovely. I look out the window to my left, and it's still raining. And there's ducks. Ducks. Ducks just walking down the street. Weird. Very weird. But today's the day... we're going to find Holly's mother. The only problem is that I simply have no idea as to where we should begin looking. "Hey Holly, where is your house? Do you live near here?" She looks up at me, and then puts her head back down and drift back off into her deep, peaceful sleep. I've never seen someone look so content. This girl has been through so much, I don't know why she seems like everything is fine. This is one barmy town. Or maybe she just isn't used to feeling safe. Do I make her feel safe? How strange. It feels like I'm fighting a war in my head. I could barely sleep through the night.
I get up out of bed and decide this apartment will be what I make it. I will no longer live in this crummy rat hole. Perhaps I could buy some furniture, dishes, and a rug. Yes, a nice rug. I start crying. Mother always loved rugs. I think I miss my family, but I don't want to go back. I try not to cry too loud because I don't want to wake Holly. "Pull yourself together." I say. Okay, I'm going to fix this place up, and it's going to be great. I soak the tears back up, and search for the $42,000 under my bed shoved into a giant shoe box I took from home. I don't know why, but my father had a huge stash of American money hidden in the drawer of his work desk. I guess I'm glad I found it.
I need to go on a little shopping spree to make this place more suitable to live in. I start walking back toward the bedroom to wake Holly. "Holly, wake up. We need to go on a little adventure before we find your mother." I know that finding Holly's mother is probably a more crucial task, but I mean, this girl seemed pretty miserable when I first met her, and I think she would appreciate doing SOMETHING for once in her life.
We walk outside of the apartment and I whistle when I see a cab driving by. this old white guy with a beard dyed green pulls up with a cigar in his mouth. "What is this town?" Holly and I both say in sync. We hop into the back of the car and I ask if there are any furniture stores around the town. "We gotta go bout' fifteen minutes into CastleStone for dat." I can barely understand what language the bloody man is speaking, so I just say, "okay". We start driving down the road, and I look to my right and see this place called Jeremy's Pizza Palace. Hmmm maybe I could go there sometime, I guess when Holly is gone, I'll be all alone. We keep driving and driving. This has certainly been more than just fifteen minutes. But the finally, we arrived at yet another sketchy ass town. At least we aren't dead though. You know what they say about American cab drivers. We step out of the car and I pay the weirdo, and tell him we should be back out within half an hour.
Of course I go all out with everything... I'm from a palace. The workers are loading everything into a truck to take to my apartment. Me and Holly hop back into the cab, and head out to get lunch. We end up stopping by the pizza place we passed by before to get Hawaiian pizza.
We're back at the apartment now just standing at the front door telling the workers where to put everything. I walk over to tell one of the men to scoot the couch to a more centered position to the Television, and then stub my toe. "For heaven's sake!" Blood is getting everywhere... "Holly could you bring me some tissue, please?" She goes running, acting like she's being chased by the grim reaper, and she comes back into the living room with a role of toilet paper. "Thanks, hun."
As we are hanging the T.V. to the wall, someone starts banging on the front door. I go over and open it with Holly standing behind me. There is this tall, handsome man around twenty five or so standing there. I pause, and I can't even speak. Holly screams, "Peter!" They both embrace each other into a loving hug. So loving that it's like they're family.