Jordan made it to his room and couldn't help but find it odd. The door opened a crack, with the light turned off. He nuzzled the door open and walked into the black area.

"Hello?" A soft voice called out.

"W-Who's there?" Jordan questioned.

"Don't you recognize me? Then again, it has been a while since I've seen you, my dear."

Jordan took a while to let those words register in his mind. His face contorted to a total surprise upon realizing who was in front of him.

"Nana, is that you?" He asked, his breath caught in his throat.

"You are the real Stanley, right? Don't act like I don't notice the contact lens."

Contact lens? Is she talking about me? How...?

"Do you miss me?"

"Yes."

"Then step closer."

Hilary finally caught up with him and yelled out to snap him out of it. "Wait, stop! Don't—"

But 'Jordan' couldn't hear her. His mind had been blank, and his thoughts were absent as he stepped closer. Hilary rushed over to the door, but it closed on her before she could get close to it. Hilary clasped onto the knob and struggled to open it.

"Hello? Hello? Open up, please!" Hilary called out from the other side of the door.

"I knew I heard you from before; you're alive and well." 'Jordan' spoke up as he walked closer to the darkness. "So, I'm not crazy, am I?"

"I heard you've been having problems with something." The figure extended their arms toward Jordan. "I mean, why else would you keep ignoring my calls, Stanley?"

"Um, about that..."

"I want to help you feel better."

"You can, but how?"

"If you trust me, then close your eyes and take my hand."

'Stanley' extended his arm and reached for 'Nana,' when Hilary continued to pound on the door.

"Open up already! What's going on over there?" She yelled out.

The pounding had caused the closet door behind 'Nana' to open, and an unconscious body plopped out. He looked like 'Stanley,' but with paler skin, lifeless eyes, and foam poured out of his mouth as his body laid motionless.

'Stanley' snapped back to reality and noticed the closet filled with corpses as his eyes widened and took a step back in horror. His heart was beating fast, and his stomach lurched. "What's going on?"

"You weren't supposed to know about that,” ‘Nana’ brought up. “Oh well, it doesn't matter."

He turned to the figure, and upon further inspection, realized something. "You're not my real nana, are you?" He pointed at the one with piercing topaz eyes and a wicked smile. As the figure loomed over to grab him, 'Jordan' fell back and crawled over to the doorknob, trying to pry it open, but to no avail.

.-.-.-.

Jordan trotted along the road in the dreary skies. A chill ran down his spine, and his heart was beating fast as he got the feeling of being watched, somewhere or somehow. He turned around and peered through the darkness behind him.

"I know you're following me," Jordan spoke up.

The figure walked over, revealing to be Hilary.

“Oops, I didn’t intend to.”

"Huh? Hilary?" Jordan questioned. You're not who I thought it was. "Oh yeah, you're in the same apartment as me." Hilary squeezed her arm and shuffled her feet. "What are you doing following me like that?"

"Sorry, I wanted to know what you were up to and wondered if you had any plans," Hilary said with a weak smile.

"Oh, I see." Jordan grinned. "So, do you change your mind about the date?"

"Well, no." Hilary shook her head. "I want to ask you something. Does the name Melody ring a bell for you?"

Jordan looked around the area in awe. "I feel like I heard it before, but I can't put my finger on it."

Liar. Hilary glared at him as he walked away.

"So, why do you ask?" Jordan stopped and turned to face Hilary.

Before Hilary could respond, she looked up to see a shadow in the windows of the apartment. "Hey, look up there!" She pointed at the window and exclaimed.

Jordan squinted his eyes upon looking up. "Yeah, I see it!" His eyes widened in shock.

"Isn't that your room?" Hilary inquired, biting her lip.

"It's him..." Jordan muttered. He ran up inside.

"Hey, wait!" Hilary yelled out, running and trying to catch up to him. "What do you mean by what you've said?" Hilary asked, rushing up the stairs. She called her heart out to Jordan, who still marched toward his room.

All Jordan could say was: "The problem, I'm going to solve it and save you."