"Alright, okay, yeah," I nodded.I glanced up at the clock on the wall, "When did it start? Is she alright? Uh, not sure. Depends on traffic. Twenty mi...utes or so I guess. Yeah. Did she bring her things? Is her friend Melissa with her? Not sure. Last week. Blood and stuff. I AM calm. On my way!"I slammed the phone down and ran to the door with Janet pushing me from behind and the pool girl standing there bouncing up and down on the spot clapping. "Good luck!" she squealed as I turned and looked. D shot his partner a quick sideways glance, then turned his attention back to the door, to the sound of hands fumbling on a lock. Accompanied by a slow unearthly creaking of the hinges, the door slowly opened a crack.The face that peeked out from the crack looked like it was only half human. The sandy brown hair on her head was long and disheveled, tangled into a matted knotted mess. At one time, the eyes may have been pretty; now, however, they were sunken, hollow, and utterly devoid of. We were in Toronto for one more game when I hit the 37-game mark, and two days later, on September 2 in Boston, I tied Paul Molitor for seventh place, all-time, on the list.The Boston fans weren't invested in the consecutive game record so much, but they were somewhat stirred up by the fact that I was still hitting .411 on the season, and threatening Ted Williams' 1941 mark.Of course now, Ted Williams doesn't hold the record for highest average. Not even close! But over the many decades of. I could feel a single tear now streak down my cheek, markingmy face, as I recall those events of earlier today. It's 12:30 am.The hurt is twisting in my gut over being stood up, making every-thing I sensed about Noelle a cruel lie. I guess that I shouldn'thave any expected less. Destiny once again. I passed up a chance to go out with the rest of my friends, sothat I could come to this place. There was a swirl of maddeningenergy all around me as people danced, jostled about, or.