I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I called, tears still streaming down my face.
"Jay it's me… if you don't want me to come in it's fine but just so you know Liza, Marie, and I are here for you!" Aria said through the door. I got up, walked over to the door, and opened it.
"Come in," I said gloomily.
"Jay… you look awful," Liza said. Aria elbowed her.
"Well no duh he looks awful he just lost his best friend," Marie told Liza. tears were running down my face.
"What did you do with Peter?" I asked.
"We took him down to the Conscience -the receptionist- and she locked him in a broom closet," Aria said.
"Well I'm going to add my hair dye back," I said. After about 10 minutes I walked down to the lobby and thanked Conscience.
"Don't mention it dear… last year I lost my sister to a house fire so I know how it feels to lose someone you love." We hugged.
"We'll keep in touch! I promise to visit every year!" I said walking out the door. The four of us got back on the train to leave Dallas.