You're folding your freshly washed clothes after a disastrous day at the bakery. All your flour fell off it's shelf, on you, and you had to buy more. Horrible. The familiar jingle of your telephone rings, and you run over, picking up the electric blue receiver. "Hello, this is Jane!" you say, hearing Static on the other side, along with sirens and muffled sounds of a crowd. No one responds. "Hello?"
"Jane." a deep, male voice croaks.
"Dirk? What's going on?"
"Jane-" his voice cracks, and he inhales deeply. "Jane. There was an explosion, near Roxy's favourite store-" he gets cut off as someone approaches, asking him if he's okay. He replies, and then you can hear him sniffling again. "-I was there, I can barely fucking hear, but I'm fine. R-R-Roxy...she didn't come out."
You sit there, on your floor, dumbstruck. Strong, sweet, smart Roxy? Dead? You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water, and finally squeak- "Dirk? Should I come get you?"
He grunts what you take to be a yes, tell him you love him and you'll be there soon, and hang up.
Jane's blue smart car pulls into the crowded lot, a bright cheery thing in the dreary, horrible moment. She runs toward you, and hugs you tightly. You're at least a head taller than her, and quite thinner, but you rest your head on hers and sob. You sob until the paramedics tell you to get in the ambulance, something about your ear. Jane comes with you, holding your hand tightly. You stare straight at her, and whisper quietly, "Jane. Jane, I lived with her. I don't have a job. I don't have a house." apparently, you're panicking, and the paramedic requests you calm down. You don't feel panicy. "Dirk, honey. Live with me. I have a spare room. Don't worry."
You pull into the hospital and they rush you to surgery to fix your ear. Jane kissing your face, and saying, "Everything's gonna be fine." is the last thing to remember before passing out from the drugs they've pumped you with.
You're sitting in the waiting room, shaking your head. Roxy's not dead. She can't be! Jake was gonna pro- never mind. She's not dead, this is all just some huge prank!! Haha, that was funny! Dirk, he's gonna come out of "surgery", laughing, Roxy's gonna run out from behind the desk, Jake's gonna call! Hoohoo!
But who are you kidding? That will never happen.
You remember before you fall asleep that you never did tell Jake how you felt.