This is really short, but I wanted to post a new chapter for each story and my friend whom I'm writing this with and I couldn't think of any new ideas, so we got this. Enjoy!

Where to look, where to look? I had no idea where to start. The park maybe? That seemed to be her favorite spot. Clutching my jacket closer, I wove my way through the crowds towards the park.

"Morgan?" I called, "Morgan? Where are you?"

No answer.

I sighed, frustrated, as snowflakes began to fall. She always chose the worst time to run away. A thought made me freeze. I racked my brain to try and remember if Morgan had taken her jacket. God, I sure hope she did.

I continued walking, not really paying attention to my surroundings. It was like I wasn't even looking anymore. Yet, I was, if that made any sense. I had to find her, I just had to.

Soon enough, the sun began to set. Wait, what? Set? It'd been only one when I last checked.

"Excuse me," I said to a nearby person, "Do you know what time it is?"

"About seven thirty." They answered before running off.

"Seven thirty," I whispered to myself, "That's…six and a half hours. I can't believe it's taking me so long to find something this important."

"Mark?" I heard someone say.

"Morgan?" I asked excitedly.

"Not quite," Anne answered, "God Mark, you're frozen. C'mon, I'm taking you back to my place."

"No," I protested, "I have to find Morgan."

"Mark," she replied, "I don't care if you were on your way to a contest to win a million dollars. You look like a sunken, frozen, nearly dead rat and you're coming back to my place whether you like it or not!"

I sighed in defeat. "Fine." I muttered.

Anne took my arm and dragged me through the park, but I didn't really pay attention to where we were going because a wave of exhaustion came over me. It took a lot of will power to not give up and just lay down right there and fall asleep.

Soon enough though, we reached Anne's apartment. I followed her up the stairs, now fully awake. She gently shoved me onto the couch and went into the kitchen to get something.

"Wait here." She instructed.

I nodded and she carefully placed her cat, I think Kiki, on my lap. I began petting it and it purred contently, curling up and quickly falling asleep. I smiled, immediately liking the kitty. It sat on my lap and stayed there, content and happy. Why couldn't Morgan be like that? Why couldn't she just stay where I could keep an eye on her without complaining?

Anne came back into the room, carrying two mugs, steam floating to the ceiling.

"Tea or hot chocolate?"

I'd usually take tea, but I wanted something sugary. "Hot chocolate please."

The warm liquid quickly defrosted my frozen body and lulled me to sleep.