Liza was jolted awake by something vibrating against her hip. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and flicked off the alarm. It was seven in the morning. The dawn sunlight poked through the curtains. She was in her bedroom, on her bed, fully dressed with her Nightmare Before Christmas blanket draped over her. Sitting on the comforter next to her were her keys and purse. Liza lay there for a minute piecing everything together. She turned her head and saw the half sheet of parchment paper sitting on the other pillow. Every inch was filled with heavy handwriting. Next to it was the ebony and silver fountain pen her parents gave her when she started taking art classes. She hadn’t seen it since the night she had drawn Bruce’s picture. Now she was really confused. Liza wondered for a moment if she should be freaked out or angry, then she smiled and rolled over to read Bruce’s story.