@mayor-hawker
David needed to get out of the house. Despite the fact that Beth and mom still lived there, the place felt abandoned, haunted even. The town itself wasn’t much better, with everyone either locked indoors or out searching for Brian, but it was better than being home. Glancing at the calendar on the kitchen wall (and pointedly ignoring all the events that had been crossed out in the After) David realized what day it was and startled. He was supposed to go help Mayor Hawker over at his house, as he did every Tuesday.
Cursing under his breath, David grabbed a coat and ran out the door, almost forgetting his keys in his rush. He doubted Mayor Hawker would be too mad if he was late, they didn’t have a set time when David was supposed to come over, but he still hated the thought of the old man being disappointed in him. He never liked being seen as the kind of person who would be late or not show up, even in times like this, when there was a reason for him to go MIA.
Rushing across town, toward Mayor Hawker’s house, David ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it and make it look less like he’d just gone through a wind tunnel. Reaching the front door, the brunet slowed down, straightening out his jacket before knocking on the front door and hoping that he looked more put together than he felt.