Gage made his way over to Lucy's. It wasn't all that far from Spencer's. He'd brought puddings, bread and fruit from the grocery store. He knocked. Waiting. Waiting even longer, thinking he should just leave the sack of groceries, but finally someone came to the door.
"Its you." She was a little sullen. "Thought you were...Todd."
"I-I just thought.." Gage couldn't get Spencer to come. A part of him felt it was like coming to the snakes den. Just what was it he really wanted to sacrifice other than time? "How...are you?"
"Just fine." She let him in. Thanked him for the food.
He looked around the shadows of the old home. It smelled. Mold. Perhaps a leaky sink or toilet. And there were piles of things. Everywhere. How could Todd leave her in this mess? He'd seen worse, but he knew she deserved better. She looked a bit out of it. Possibly drugged up and kind of a rag doll in the skimpy thing she wore.
"I could move some things around for you, if you like?" So many newspapers. They needed to be carried away before there was a housefire.
"No, its not necessary." She got into the chocolate pudding fast enough. "Um, the real thing." She smiled brightly.
"You and Todd? All right?" Gage winced. There was a lot he didn't know.
"I suppose." She shrugged. "I don't really feel alone, you know." Her smile might have been mad, but he sat down at the kitchen table with her as if he might access the damage.
"Why's that?" Were there people like him who checked on her daily? How could they leave it such a mess?
"I'll let you in on a little secret." Her voice hissed. "I hear voices."
"Voices?" Gage just smiled. This was so strange, yet he felt he needed to know more.
"Yes, they talk to me all the time." She looked at the walls as if they might shout any moment.
"I see." Gage listened.
"Don't worry about me. They won't hurt me. They never have." Her smile so genuine, yet it was all the more upsetting to Gage. Seriously, she needed help. He knew it couldn't be him.