"Here, let me introduce you to the others," Diana insisted as she guided me to the kitchen where the other two housemates were settling into. "This is...my friend Jenny, and my roommate from last year, Bianca."I came up and introduced myself to the both of them. I was pretty sure that Diana talked to them beforehand about having a guy live with 'them so they didn't seem really surprised by my presence.Jenny wore her dark brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing a white t-shirt along with some. By the time I had awoken, it was well past 5 o' clock in the evening and I was in dire need of a bath. I suppose dying, reincarnating AGAIN, persuading your distraught friend not to become a murderer, and holding that same crying friend through the night does that.I crept silently out of the bed, making sure that the young woman didn't wake from her sound slumber, and slunk quietly out of the bedroom. The flat was quiet and dark, just the way I prefered, and my cats were nowhere to be seen. I. I did feel lied to and used. Pissed off. Mightily pissed off. And mystified. But mostly just wanting to get the hell out of there.I sat back down on the cot and brooded. Sulked. Felt sorry for myself. Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my options.The room had no windows. No phone, of course. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not. A trainee waiter had just deposited a customer` s pasta on the kitchen floor.“Right now?” Jack asked and then immediately regretted opening his mouth. Now the phone will go dead. “Are you busy?” Anni asked. Her voice sounded somehow different, almost calm. “No, of course not”, Jack lied“Could you come over?” Anni sounded mysterious. He didn’t recognize her tone. He could see Jenny trying to calm a customer at the salad counter. “Was she setting me up? Maybe she wanted to break my legs and got.