Waltz fiddled with his keys as he stood by his car, he looked up at the front door. It hadn't opened since he had closed it.

To him, Ambrosia felt real, yet she couldn't open the door.

He ignored his watched as he walked back to the front door, he pulled it open "Ambrosia." He stayed by the front door.

He couldn't see her "Ambrosia." He called out again.

Waltz sighed "I don't have time to play games." He stepped back into his house "Ambrosia."

His patience was beginning to wear out as he wondered up the hallway.

Waltz could've sworn Ambrosia was by his side when he had walked out to his car, he peered his head into his bedroom; she wasn't there, he peered his head into his home office; she wasn't there.

Confusion and frustration swept over his body "Fine. Don't go. I don't care. I didn't need you anyway." He huffed before storming out of his house, he slammed the front door shut before getting into his car.

Guilt filled his heart as he started his car.