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the street once again.  His eyes lifted up to the stairway, but there didn’t seem to be any sort of change.  Johnny proceeded to head up the stairs, and when he reached the woman’s door, he turned and sat down.  He had no choice but to wait for her, and he hoped he wouldn’t have to wait for long.
     
    Before he knew it, however, Johnny Clover was fast asleep, leaning against the door in this strange place.  

Chapter 4
     
     
    The morning came too soon from Izzy’s perspective.  The beginnings of the sun’s rays seeped through the blinds of her window, causing her to stifle a groan and turn, hoping to fall back to sleep.  She knew, however, that she would not be successful concerning that endeavor; once she was up, she rarely had the talent to fall back asleep.  Instead, she forced herself to get up and take a very long shower. 
     
    It was in the shower where she finally let out her built-up tears, much like a dam releasing a bundle of water due to the persistent pressure.  Her shoulders bobbed up and down as her head hung down.  She was sobbing now, something she rarely did, and just let the pellets of hot water hit her back.  Izzy prided herself on being environmentally conscious, and she knew that it was bad to be standing around wasting water, but it was as though she was frozen; she couldn’t move until her tears had ceased to exist.  Now, however, her sobs were dry.  Goodness, she didn’t remember ever hurting like this before.  Finally, after another long moment, she turned off the cooling water and grabbed a towel, drying herself off before stepping out of the shower.
     
    Izzy walked over to her sink and leaned over slightly, taking her hand and wiping the fog that had clouded the glass.  She blinked when she saw her reflection.  That could not possibly be her.  Though she had just stepped out of the shower, her hair had already turned somewhat frizzy despite its dampness.  Her eyes were predominantly red and there were bags underneath, which was probably due to the lack of sleep she received the previous night.  At least there were a few more days until the end of spring break; maybe she would return to a somewhat normal state, or at least hoped her looks did.  Izzy swallowed and glanced around; she had to get out of this apartment.
     
    Quickly, she exited the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her body and threw on the first outfit she spotted; a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt along with cheap, Target flip flops.  Comfort was incredibly important to her, more so than fashion, especially right now.  She rushed a brush through her somewhat tangled hair, and then decided to give up and throw it in a high, sloppy bun.  She didn’t even want to think about make-up.  After grabbing her keys, she decided to throw on an old, black hat she got at Disneyland a few years back, pulling the bill down in hopes to hide her eyes.  With that, she exited the apartment, and then turned quickly around to lock the door.  Once she had finished, she turned, and nearly tripped over a leg.
     
    Izzy stood up straighter and cocked her head to the side as she pursed her lips, staring at the sleeping stranger she had encountered the night before.  In all honesty, Izzy had forgotten about… oh, what was his name?  Johnny, that’s right. Johnny something or other.  But seeing him there reminded her of his statement.  Apparently, he thought he was from the seventeen hundreds.  Right.  She leaned over him, thinking she may smell alcohol on him.  However, it had faded into near-nothingness, though the smoke was still rich in his clothing.  Which reminded her; he had lent her his jacket the other night.  Maybe that was what he was waiting for…
     
    He actually didn’t look that bad, Izzy noticed as she continued to stare at him.  In fact, now that she looked at him, he didn’t look that much like Jack Sparrow or Johnny Depp.  Granted, he was tan and he had those irresistible