She still doesn’t know me. If only she had known what I’d do for her. I raced down the hallway, my feet pounding against the carpeted ground. Room 392, Room 394, Room 396, ah, finally. Room 398. My fingers gripped the doorknob. A wave of nervousness washed over me. I had made my way all here, without sparing a thought about what I would actually do when I reached Jessica.