Rover.

I wake up sweating and panting at what I just witnessed. It can't be real! Noah can't just jump out of a window. I get that she can be snarky and act like she can do anything, but she's also never done anything crazy that people assume she's done. She's creative, but it feels like our dreams are finally becoming reality. I need to get to her.

I don't even know what time it is right now, but I do know that I've been here too long. My brain and my body are fine, so they can't keep me here forever and I'm well aware of my right to sign myself out.

It makes it so much easier that they brought my suitcase with me to the hospital. Oversized button-up shirt, check. Jeans, check. Shoes, right by my bedside.

Once I've got everything on, I zip my bag closed and head out my bedroom door.

"Mr. Baxton?" a nurse at the desk questions me.

She looks me over and seems more confused than ever.

"I need to discharge myself," I tell her.

"But-"

I cut her off, "I know it's against my doctor's wishes."

Her eyebrows seem to twitch as she goes looking for my papers.

"I just need to print a few things off," she says.

I give her a nod as politely as I can, but having to wait just makes me feel like I need to get out of here right now. I barely notice my foot tapping on the floor.

Of course, the nurse calls me out, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry," I put on a smile, "I've just got this new song stuck in my head and the beat is kind of insane."

"I'm sure my daughter can't wait to hear it and she doesn't even know about it yet," she jokes.

"Tell her I say hi," I say.

"I sure will," she replies as she continues working on my paperwork.

My hands are going all clammy and I can feel my nails dig into my palms, I think I might just break my composer for waiting so long.

"Here you go," she places the papers in front of me with a pen. "Just sign at the bottom of each page so I know that you agree with everything on the page."

"Thanks," I say somewhat quietly as I turn my attention to just signing my name over and over again.

I finally hand the pile of papers back to her after a few minutes.

"Well, you're free to go," she tells me.

Again, I say, "Thanks."

I don't think I've ever rushed out of a place as fast as I am right now. If there were people in these hallways right now they would think I'm being chased by something and would start running with me.

When I get to the main entrance, I flag down the first taxi I see and get in. I'm quick to tell the driver to just take me to the airport.

I start to see the bright streetlights leading up to the airport, so I pull out my wallet to hand the man some cash and a tip. He drops me off right in front of the doors and I make my way inside to any kiosk that still has someone working.

I practically rush the counter as I say, "I need a ticket to Ottawa, Canada."

"Okay," she answers wide-eyed as she looks through her database. "I'm sorry sir we don't have any direct flights."

"Do you know if any of the other airlines do? I'm kind of in an emergency," I press on.

She still looks at me surprised and I think she might recognize me, but she's still trying to do her job. Eventually, she looks back down to her computer.

"Ummm," she hesitates a bit, "I would check with Katie, she works down to the left and impossible to miss. She's the girl with the purple hair."

"Thanks," I say before I go searching for Katie.

And just as described, she's got shoulder-length purple hair and is listening to music in her own little world. I kind of feel bad for pulling her out of her groove, but I need that plane ticket.

"Excuse me," I get to her as quickly as I can.

Her music is clearly too loud because she just keeps dancing on her spot not looking up at me.

"Hello?" I wave my hand in front of her.

She finally notices me and takes her headphones off, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I was kind of just..." Her words trail off as her jaw metaphorically drops down to the ground. "Holy shit... You're Rover Baxton."

"Yep," I take a breath in.

I don't know what she wants me to say more, I am who I am.

She shakes her head as if coming out of her trance, "What can I help you with?"

"I need a ticket to Ottawa, Canada. A direct flight, please," I say.

"There's one that leaves at six in the morning, it's a few hours from now," she tells me.

I don't skip a beat, "I'll take it."

"Great," she says before going through my payment and luggage tags. 

I'm about to leave and head towards the direction of my gate, but I'm stopped by Katie speaking up again.

"Do you mind if I ask what you're going to do in Ottawa?" she asks.

I know I just have to lie, "Visiting. I've got a meeting to go to too."

"In Ottawa?" she looks at me funny. 

"It's my record label," I reply, "they're thinking of opening a new office in Canada."

She shrugs at my answer, "Cool. Anyway, I hope you have a good flight."

"Thanks," I say despite knowing that's all I've said all day.

As I walk away, I can hear the distinct click of a phone taking a picture. She definitely isn't the first to sneak a picture to show off to her friends and I don't necessarily mind it, but I wonder what my life would be like if no one knew who I was. Would I ever meet Noah in a world like that?