The knock on the door disrupted Denzel's sleep. He loved to sleep in everytime, but he rose from.bed anyways, though a bit sleepy, he walked to the door and twisted the door knob open."Denzel", Sophie gushed at his naked body. Well just his chest."Oh Sophie, goodmorning", Denzel greeted, immediately looking over her shoulders, "where's Tania?" He asked.She paused and stared at him for a second."She refused to come with you? Don't tell me she sent you to pick up her clothes for today", sadness laced his voice."What are you saying? Didn't Tania come home last night?" "Sorry what?""Tania.. she didn't sleep at my place, she left at night and I called you but no answer so I guessed you might have been faraway from your phone or something. I actually came to apologize because she...""Sophie wait! Wait!" Denzel couldn't comprehend a thing."What do you mean she left at night?" He asked."Well, she found out you called and I told you that she was at my place, she got furious and left

Thomas Bradly sat still on his seat as people exited the cinema. The movie was obviously over but a bored and lonely Thomas remained seated.He stared at the big screen though he was obviously looking absent minded. It was remaining a few people when he finally stood and stretched. He pulled his face cap over his head well and headed out.Thomas Bradly was a 38-year-old talented and successful writer who had been on hiatus for two years now since he lost his mom. His dad died when he was just a baby and his superwoman raised him all by herself. She never remarried and he loved her so much, but she finally left him. She died of acute pneumonia and though he tried everything as well as the doctors too. He could see it in her eyes. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to go. She was vocal about it. She had caressed his face that night and begged him to let her go. She begged him to find a girl, get married and have kids.Thomas has been alone ever since. There was no motivation to write

He left Sophie as she sniffed and stared back at him."You scared us all", she chuckled and stood, "come and grab a bite", she said to him.He nodded at her and she left.He rushed again to the drawer and found what seemed like an empty journal. It looked new. Whoever bought amongst man and wife hasn't used it yet.He took it out. "Hopefully, If I sleep again and be awake from all of this", he said to himself.Darting his eyes at the clock, it was simply 1:53pm. God! That's a long time before nighttime. What is he supposed to be doing?!!!Well, he's going to act as Denzel to continue the story and hopefully time, so that time doesn't stop again and he can go home, back to his body.He was definitely trashing that mirror and breaking it to pieces once he got back!He sighed and stood and left the room. For the next couple of hours, he was going to be Denzel Williams.He stepped out into the living room, the woman from before turned to him, "Denzel?""Mom", he smiled, "forgive me", he

After Carlton left with Sophie, Winston remained seated on his swivel chair as he stared at nothing in particular."How's it coming along?", His buddy and close friend, Peter Lawford asked."Nothing I think will amount to something", Winston sighed."Huh?""Nothing really. I'm just seeing another cold case", he sighed."Why?""I mean it's clear they know what happened to her. What man doesn't care about his wife's death. I was expecting him to be trooping in here every two seconds. He did say he was going to inform the girl's mother and I'm seeing nothing. It's just as though they don't care. Not to mention the best friend. She is weird", he voiced.Peter chuckled."I'm just saying. Might be one of them that killed her though", Winston shrugged, "the story's all messed up man".Peter really had nothing to say. He just laughed."I wish you luck man", he finally said."Whatever", Winston scoffed...Mrs Johnson couldn't sleep or do anything. She didn't go to the academy either.She jus

Winston shared a glance with Peter."These are my daughters clothes. I don't know why it's stained with blood or why it's hidden in his kitchen but these are my daughter's clothes", Conrad faked a sniff.Thomas stared wide-eyed.Winston turned to him, "is this your wife's?" He asked Thomas shook his head whilst staring at the clothes in Conrad's hand."It's not? Who's is it then?" Winston asked. It was getting interesting."It's not mine. It's not.. I don't know. I just need to go home", Thomas shook his head.Winston shared a glance with Peter again .Peter spoke this time, "why don't you follow us to the station Mr. Williams", he moved closer to Thomas but Thomas moved backwards, shaking his head vehemently."I'm not Denzel. I'm not. My name is Thomas", he knew all he was about to say was not going to make any sense but he wasn't going to spend his night in a cell."Mr. Williams", peter moved closer."My poor child", Deborah cried in the corner while Winston took the clothes from