My phone vibrated in my back pocket around 7:30 the following morning. I opened my eyes to find Yesung using my whole body as a pillow, seeing as he was lying on top of me. Somehow, it didn't occur to me to freak out. He was just…Yesung. His arms were wrapped around me and our breathing seemed to be in sync, which made me smile. Trying not to wake him up, I did the awkward-hip--to-get-my-phone-from-my-pocket move and looked at the number. Despite me not recognizing it, I answered anyway.

"Hello?"

"Wookie…"

"He…Henry?!"

"Where are you right now?"

Crap. Now, I knew that if I said "Oh, I'm at Yesung's apartment. Really cozy place," Henry would probably strangle me. "I'm at my apartment."

"BULL." Yesung woke up then, groggily.

"Come again?"

"You're not at your apartment, because I just went there and searched the whole damn place. You're not there!" There was a pause, then, "You're at Yesung's house, aren't you?"

"Who is that?" Yesung asked.

"Oh you ARE! How wonderful!"

"Henry…"

"You're lucky that I don't have a gun with me, Ryeowook, or Yesung would be dead!" He hung up.

"What happened?" I sat up, and Yesung moved with me.

"I don't really know," I answered. "But we might be in danger again."

"Might?" I nodded. "Eh, I'll take my chances. It's too early in the morning. Come on. Let's make breakfast." We shuffled our feet into the kitchen, and then worked around each other to make bacon, eggs, and sausage. Surprisingly, it didn't taste like , but it could still be better. We made small talk while we ate, and it was mainly Yesung talking… Shocker. He was telling me how sadly uneventful his life had been without me, and surprisingly, just like with me, the highlight of the six or seven months we spent apart was Eunhyuk's intervention. 

"Hey, you know what we should do?" Yesung asked.

"What?"

"We should visit the No-Name town."

"That's a fantastic idea!" I said, and we left the apartment. When we got to my own place, we made sure Henry wasn't around, and then I went inside to change clothes and grab the keys to my motorcycle (I still didn't have a car) and we went to the parking garage to get it.

After that, we were off.  We sped down the open road in the direction of the No-Name town and got there around 1:30, just in time for a late lunch. Yesung led the way into Pete's, where Jesse Belle welcomed us.

"Well hey there you two! What took ya so long to come back?"

"We kind of, um… Well, Ryeowook had to go on a trip."

"Oh really? What kinda trip?"

"I went to Hell."

"You went down South, did ya?"

"Uh, yeah. To uh… to Texas."

"In America?"

"Yeah."

"My cousin lives in Texas! What part did you visit?"

I silently cursed Yesung for lying, but it didn't matter right now. "I went to the east side."

"The east? What fer? There ain't nuthin to do in east Texas! Everybody knows that!"

"Well, yeah. I uh… I went there to relax, because things were stressful."

"I have heard that they have pretty nice hotels down there." Yesung and I smiled through our teeth. "Well, y'all must be hungry! Ya want to sit down and eat?"

"That'd be wonderful, thank you." Yesung said, and we followed Jesse Belle into the diner. This time, we didn't get those stares like the first time, when people looked at us like we were insects that needed squishing. People recognized us, said hi to us, and even asked us how we were doing. But that might've been because the last time they had seen us, we were being shot at by a psychotic Henry.

"What can I get you two?" Jesse Belle prepared a note pad and pen.

"We'll get two BLT's, again." I smiled.

"Alrighty, I'll get those two out."

"Well howdy boys!" I looked over to see Chuck, the refrigerator who never got married. "How y'all been?"

"We've gotten by." Yesung glanced at me. "And yourself?"

"Oh, I've been good. I fixed up your car, Ryeowook, free of charge."

I felt my face light up. "Really? My baby?!"

Chuck nodded. "She's good as new. I gave her a paint job, fixed up the leather, and everything."

"Free of charge?"

"Free of charge."

"Chuck, you are amazing. If you ever need anything…"

"Well, if you say that…"

"What would you like me to do?"

"Well, I threw out my back on Saturday and haven't been able to mow my lawn. If you could do that for me…"

"I'd love to! Why don't we head over there after lunch?"

"That's awful nice of ya, thanks."

"You fixed my baby. I owe you."

We ate our lunch (I rushed Yesung. He ended up taking the rest with him), and then went over to Chuck's place. Yesung went inside with Chuck and I guess they talked or did chores or whatever. I got the lawn mower from the garage and stripped down to my tank top. I had mowed about half of the lawn when a familiar car pulled up and Henry stepped out.