So we were downstairs in the living room. The air felt heavy, like the moments right before a storm breaks over the mountain. Princess was still upstairs in my room arranging and unpacking. The room had been oddly silent since my friends saw me. Not all were present, but the ones who heard of my return were, crowded into the small space like they were trying to solve a puzzle that didn't have enough pieces.
I sat down on one of the couches, the springs creaking under my new weight. They all seemed to fit into the three-seater opposite me, a wall of confused faces and narrowing eyes. They were all staring at me, focused on the middle of my body, their silence louder than a shout.
Oh great… I forgot about the fact that they needed to be filled in before they started saying words. I could see the gears turning in Alex's head, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds. I was about to do some explaining, but someone got to it first.
