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alive. John couldn’t move; he tried to run to Jason, but his legs were like blocks of stone. People were standing around Jason, who was lying on the road. One lady was checking for a pulse, talking quietly in his ear. Another lady was on her cell phone calling for help. Others were standing there, staring at his tiny body, crumpled in the twisted mess of glass, plastic and blood. One mother shielded her children’s eyes, and moved them away from the scene as fast as she could.
    The last thing John remembered was moving in Jason’s direction, then blackness. As he fainted, he realized his life was over. Nothing would matter ever again.

Chapter Three
    Five weeks later
    John took a taxi home. He was tired and sore, and had just been lectured by his doctor about correct diet, avoiding excess alcohol consumption and looking after himself. The beautiful nurse wasn’t there when he left; in fact she had not returned since their first encounter. He looked for her and hoped she would enter every time his door opened. Instead, he ended up with a very old, very fat and very angry nurse who had little patience for people who ended up in the hospital because they ‘couldn’t resist the temptation of the bottle,’ as she told him more than once.
    He collected his bag from the trunk of the cab, then made his way to the door. The door mat he vomited on had been replaced by a new one. This one read ‘Welcome To My Home’ in bright blue lettering. Just as he wondered what had happened to the old one, the door opened, and Christopher was standing there, still dressed in the blue suit and tie, still immaculate, still smiling as though there was nothing odd about him being in John’s house.
    “Ahh, what are you doing here?” John asked, knowing he’d probably been evicted for unpaid rent.
    Christopher smiled and motioned for him to come in. “As you can see, the place is clean, and everything is fresh.”
    “That doesn’t explain what you’re doing in my house,” John said, looking around, actually impressed with how nice it looked.
    “Actually, technically it’s my place. Your landlord wanted to know where you were and where the rent was, last month’s as well as this month’s. I told him I’m a friend of yours and paid him the money. He still wanted to kick you out. I offered to take over the lease.”
    John just looked at him, not sure what to say.
    “I’m your new roommate. Due to the circumstances in your life, it just turned out this way. Life’s quirky like that sometimes.”
    John picked up his bag and walked toward the door. Christopher followed. “Where are you going?”
    John spun on his heel and said, “Anywhere but here. I have nothing here. All this furniture was here when I moved in and I didn’t bother with many clothes either. I’ll come back for them when I find a new place. Welcome to your new home.”
    “You have nowhere to go, John,” Christopher replied. “Stay here. Your room is your room. It’s just a roommate situation.”
    “No thanks. I’ll stay with my friends or family for a while. I don’t even know you.”
    He stopped dead at the door when Christopher said, “You know you have no one to turn to. You know your family is not prepared to forgive you, so unless you plan to sleep on the streets, you have no place to stay.”
    John stormed, “Who the hell are you? You show up on my doorstep as I collapse, you show up in my hospital room—which, by the way I’m aware you paid for—then you end up in my house. Not only inside, you are on the lease and are technically my new landlord. This doesn’t make sense; it’s too weird! It feels like a Twilight Zone episode.”
    Christopher just smiled calmly. “It makes all the sense in the world. Things happen for a reason. People come into your life for a reason. Situations happen for a reason. Go with it and see what happens. Stay here for a week. I’m not a homicidal maniac. It’s just a roommate situation, as I said. Adults live