The next morning, I am woken by a loud knock on the door. I chose to ignore it for the first time, but it soon follows again. I groan and shout for someone to answer the door. Nobody does. The knocking continues and is becoming louder and louder. It’s getting quite frustrating at this stage. Why won’t anyone answer the door? I check the time, 7am. Where is everyone? The knocking continues, and I hear a mans voice calling from downstairs. He’s calling my name. I roll out of bed slowly and pull a bath robe over my half naked body.
I walk down the stairs, half asleep. Whoever it is, better have a good excuse to waking me up this early on the day after our stunt. I need my rest. When I finally find the keys and unlock the door, I’m rather surprised at who it is. Austin is standing before my
