"There's absolutely no way this is happening!" Jack slams his drink on the table.

"Well, it is, so..." The bartender and I burst out laughing. He's a nice jerk.

Jack just playfully glares at me for a short while before turning back to the small tv in the almost empty bar. I just keep watching him.

Turns out, our not-so-amazing mayor was killed in the war. With his family.

I think about the bulky mayor with his meaty hands. An official pig.

The time when he lowered the age bar for militants to eighteen, was probably the exact same time my bad luck decided to catch up.

So now, that creepy guy who always seems to be lurking in his shadows is to become Mayor. He certainly has an evil smile. He's probably worse, but there's barely anyone left so, who cares?

Meanwhile, the douchey bartender seemed to be getting more and more annoyed.

"So... not to interrupt or something, can you both just, like, I don't know... get out? It's twenty minutes past closing time and although I don't have much of a life, I like to stick to plans!" The last part was basically yelled at us.

Right now, I can actually see the walls Jack built around himself start crumbling. I can see he's not so sure of what to do. Too scared to blow it.

But I won't let that happen...

Not to seem creepy or something, but while we were at our weekly check up at the temporary 'hospital', we saw something we'd never expected to see.

For once, it seemed like whatever power controls the world, actually heard me.

Anne, who I thought was a nurse but turned out to be a doctor, was talking to me regarding my 'situation'. But before she could say anything, Jack started vigorously shaking my arm and pointed outside, his eyes never leaving the window. As though he was afraid whatever he was looking at would disappear if he looked away...

My first instinct was to ignore him but he continued being an annoying prick. But the look on his face made me pay attention to him.

I looked over to see whatever it was that made him react like that. And I was surprised too.

At first, I could only see the man's curly, brown hair that was a little too long for a soldier and I strongly disapproved of him in an instant. But then, his eyes... the piercing green eyes, were literally all I could see. Just like Josh.

Together, both of us mumbled some lame excuses to Anne and stumbled out to the gates near which the guy had been standing.

But of course, he wasn't there anymore.

Being the soldiers we are, Jack and I waited right there. And after what seemed like hours, but had only been 30 minutes, he came out, waving back to someone behind him.

Neither of us bothered to look, though.

You see, he'd cut his hair.

Just like Josh, right before the war.

Before the war, Josh too had grown his hair to the nape of his neck... and he cut it. And the resemblance was way too uncanny to ignore.

So we did what we had planned to do. We hung out with him. Minus the talking part. And the meeting part. And the him being aware of our presence part...

Maybe this is stalking... But no, that's a very strong and unnecessary term.

Well, even if he knows, he sure as hell doesn't seem to mind, so... whatever.

We watched him talk to a few guys, an old couple and some five or six nurses on the way to a house about thirteen blocks from Josh's. Probably his house. How have we never seen him?

After about an hour, at around five in the evening, he got out. And we followed him to this bar we're at right now. We've been admiring him from afar.

For not far too long, I hope.

I mean, it is ten fifty...

And right now, his snappy attitude... is just like Josh.

A small smirk pulls on the corners of Jack's mouth. I dramatically sigh and say, "Well, it seems like this place can barely entertain us anymore so... Come on, Jack."

"It seemed entertaining enough for you to stay for almost five hours." Now he's smirking. But Jack and I are both frozen to our spots.

"Don't attempt to play dumb. You've basically been following me since like... five forty?"

"Three, actually," Jack informs him. I stifle a laugh at his expression.

"You better have a good reason," the man tells us, once he finally rediscovers how to speak.

He folds his arms and tilts his head the slightest bit. He frowned a pug-like frown, clenching his teeth together. A poor attempt at intimidating us, I suspect.

He looked more like an angry Pomeranian.

"Trying to seduce us, I see," Jack laughed.

But the man's serious expression never faded. A good actor, huh?