It's NOT just a Watch

Well if it isn't Aaron Burr, Sir.

Zoe's Point of View

I sit in the dark, my freshly washed sheets under me, attempting to read all of Lin-Manuel Miranda's tweets from that current day when a shuffling  noise permits from my closed closet door. Swiftly, I turn on the phone's flashlight and grab the knife hidden on my bed-side table. The golden knob turns and a very confused, young man stumbles out onto the soft, white carpet. I recognize him immediately.

"Well if it isn't Aaron Burr, sir."

"That depends, whos asking?"

"Oh sure. Sir, I am Zoe Young and you have a lot of learning to do. Would you like to meet your friends?"

"The others are at this location?"

"Yes. They appeared quite a while ago and may like to see another has decided to join us." I smile at the silence, the rewrite of 'Aaron Burr, Sir.' completed and lead him to the living room. Alexander currently is writing in his one of many notebooks, in too deep in thought to notice us. The sun sets just outside the closed window behind him. Where could everyone be? Time Check! I lift my arm to reveal the 'magical' watch around my wrist, six thirty, where is everybody?

"Alexander? Where could everyone be?"

"They are currently occupying there rooms."

"This early?"

"Yes." He looks up. "Why if it isn't Aaron Burr, Sir."

"Alexander." Burr's eyes meet Alex's "I am so sorry."

"All is forgiven, the past is in the past." They hug, tears forming in both sets of eyes. To. Passionate. Must. Get. Away. Looking for an excuse to leave, I search for the others who happen to be, despite Alexander's knowledge, sitting at the dinning table.

"Aaron Burr has now joined us."

"About time." Hercules comments, voicing the every other member of the rooms feelings.

"I'm sure the couch will enjoy the company." I smirk and join in on the meal.

Aaron Burr, I thought to myself, I hope you and the others enjoy road trips, otherwise tomorrow will be hell.