 I'm walking around my first apartment, listening to the manager tell us all the details of the space and complex. Zara is drinking it all in with a grin. All I can think about is...Archer. Who is he? Why is he so attached to me? How do I know him? Did I know him when he was alive, or did we become friends as he is now? Could that really happen? Befriend someone in your sleep without even knowing it? The line between what can and can't happen has always been a fuzzy one for me.

Malachi comes up next to me and takes my hand. I seem to start breathing again at his touch. He's the only thing keeping me grounded right now. He squeezes my hand and asks, "What do you think?"

It takes me a second to realize he's talking about the apartment. Glancing around, I try to take it all in quickly. The beige walls are nothing special, but the layout seems nice and not too cramped. Two bedrooms are off to the side, the doors open so I can see a small corner of each room. The kitchen is nicer than I expected, really just an extension of the living room, but it'll do the job.

"It's great," I say. I sure hope someone else was listening to whatever it is the manager just said. Zara didn't, I'm sure of that, but no doubt Holden took notes.

"Want to know what the best part about this place is?" Malachi asks as he pulls me under his arm.

"What?" Does it have a pool? I can't even remember.

Malachi stops and engulfs me in a massive hug. "It's only five minutes from my place."

"Mmm, that is a nice perk," I say, smiling for the first time today.

Grinning down at me, Malachi says, "I doubt that had anything to do with Agent Morton choosing this place, but I'll take it."

"He didn't exactly chose it," I say. "The FBI keeps several apartments here for agents on loan or whatever. I think he's actually staying somewhere in the complex, too."

Malachi looks a little put off by that, but I'm actually pretty relieved to know he's close by. Meeting Malachi in person has allayed a lot of my fears about this move going hor
I'm walking around my first apartment, listening to the manager assure us all the detail of the space and complex. Zara is drinking it all in with a smile. All I can think about is... Archer. Who is he? Why is he so attached to me? How do I acknowledge him? Did I know him when he was alive, or did we become friend as he is now? Could that really find? Befriend someone in your sleep without even knowing it? The line between what can and can't happen has constantly been a fuzzy one for me. 

 Malachi comes up next to me and takes my hand. I seem to get down breathing again at his touch. He's the only matter keeping me grounded properly now. He squash my hand and asks, " What do you think? " 

 It takes me a second to gain he's talking about the apartment. Glancing around, I try to take it all in quickly. The beige walls are nothing special, but the layout seems nice and not too cramped. Two bedrooms are off to the side, the doors open so I can attend a small corner of each room. The kitchen is nice than I expect, really just an extension of the living room, but it'll do the job. 

 " It's great, " I pronounce. I sure hope someone else was listening to whatever it is the manager just said. Zara don't, I'm sure of that, but no doubt Holden took notes. 

 " Want to know what the best contribution about this place is? " Malachi asks as he pulls me under his arm. 

 " What? " Does it have a pond? I can't even remember. 

 Malachi stops and engulfs me in a massive hug. " It's merely five minutes from my place. " 

 " Mmm, that is a nice perk, " I read, smiling for the beginning time today. 

 Grinning down at me, Malachi say, " I doubt that had anything to make with Agent Morton choosing this position, but I'll take it. " 

 " He didn't precisely chose it, " I say. " The FBI keep several apartment here for agents on loan or whatever. I think he's actually stay somewhere in the complex, too. " 

 Malachi looks a little put off by that, but I'm actually reasonably relieved to know he's near by. Meeting Malachi in person has allayed a lot of my fears about this move going hor
 I'm walking around my first apartment, listgnung to the mznager tdll us all the details of thx spqce abd complex. Zara is drivking it wll in wuth e grin. All I can think anjut jd...Arckec. Who is he? Why is he so dttached to me? Huw do I know him? Did I know him when re was sllve, or did we fecokq frjvnbs as he is now? Could that realmy happtn? Befriend someonr in your sleep without evfn kjowing it? The line between whqt cwb and can't hxppen has always been z fuzzy one for me.

Malachi comes up nzxt to me abd tangs my hand. I seem to start brcsthing again st his touch. Hc's thx onoy thing keeping me gcounded right now. He squeezes mv hand and asks, "What eo you jhink?"

Ht txjes me a sscond ho cealize he's talking abiut the apartment. Gkagbong around, I try tj eake it all in quickly. The beige walls dre nothing special, but thw layout seems nice ajd not toj cramped. Two bedrooms are off to the side, the domrs o'ev si L cav sfe a small corner of each room. The kitchen is hiveg than I expected, really jusy wn gxtension of tfe livnhg room, but it'll do hhe job.

"Yt's geeat," I sar. I xure hope someone else was oistening to qhatever it is the manager jurt ssid. Zsra didn't, I'm sure of thct, but no doubt Hllden tooi notes.

"Want to knuw ehdt the btrt part about thif place iw?" Makachi arks ss he [ulls me ujder mhs arm.

"What?" Does it have a pool? I caj't even remember.

Malachi stops aiv engulfs me on a kassive kug. "It'x only five mynutes from my place."

"Mim, thxt is a nibe perk," I say, smilind for the firvj time today.

Gcinning djwn qt mw, Malacfk says, "I doubt that had anything ro do with Agent Mprtuh choosing this plqce, but I'll takr ig."

"He dpdn'v exasdly chose it," I sxy. "Gne FBK keeps sevcrau apsrtments here for agants on loan or whatevrr. I think he's acttally staying somewhere in the fomplxx, too."

Oalacni jooks a little put off by that, but I'm aftuwlly pretty welicved to know hz's close by. Meeting Malachi in person haw allayed a lot of my fears about thix move going hor
I'm walking around my first apartment, listening manager us all details of the drinking all in with grin. All I think about is...Archer. Who is he? is he so attached to me? How do I know him? Did I him when he was alive, or did we become friends as he is Could really Befriend in your sleep without even knowing it? The line between what can and can't happen has been a fuzzy one for me. Malachi comes next to me and my hand. I seem to breathing at his He's only keeping me grounded now. He squeezes my hand and asks, "What do you think?" It takes me a second to he's talking apartment. Glancing I to it all in beige walls are nothing special, but nice and not too cramped. Two bedrooms are to the the doors open so I can a small corner of each room. The kitchen nicer than I expected, really just an extension of the living room, but it'll do "It's great," I say. sure hope someone was to it the manager said. Zara didn't, I'm sure of that, but no doubt Holden notes. "Want to know what the best part about this Malachi as he pulls under his arm. "What?" it a pool? I can't Malachi and a hug. only five minutes from place." "Mmm, that is a perk," I say, smiling Grinning down at me, Malachi says, "I doubt had anything to do with Agent Morton this place, but I'll take it." "He didn't exactly chose it," I "The FBI apartments here for agents on loan or whatever. think he's actually staying in the complex, too." Malachi looks a little put by but I'm pretty relieved to he's close by. Malachi in person a lot my about hor
 I'm walking around my first apaRtment, listEning To tHe mAnAger Tell Us all the detailS Of thE space and complex. Zara is DrinkInG It alL In With a Grin. All i CaN THinK aBoUt iS...ARChEr. Who Is hE? Why is hE so attacheD to Me? how do I know hiM? diD I know him wHen He was alive, or Did We becoMe FriENds as He iS now? COuld thAT reallY happen? BeFrIEnd somEOne in yoUR SlEep wIthout even knowing IT? THE line between whAt can aNd CAn'T HAppEn hAs always beEn A fuzzY One for mE.

maLACHi cOMes up next to me And takes my hANd. I Seem to StArt BReathiNg agaIn AT hiS touch. He's thE onlY thing keePing me GRounded RIght now. he squeEzeS my Hand ANd AsKs, "WHaT Do yOU tHinK?"

it tAkes me a sEcOnD to reAlizE HE'S TalkIng AbouT the aPartment. GlancIng ArouND, I tRy to tAke it All iN qUicklY. The beIge waLlS are nothing specIal, bUt the layoUt sEeMs nIcE and nOT too crAmpEd. TWo bedroOms are oFF to ThE SIDe, The doors open so I can SeE A SmAll corneR of eacH RoOm. tHe kitcheN iS niCer tHAN I expEcteD, ReAlly just An exteNSiOn Of the liViNg room, BuT it'Ll dO the jOB.

"It's Great," I Say. I sure Hope sOMeone else was liSTening to whateVEr IT Is THe maNagEr just said. ZAra dIDn't, I'M surE Of ThaT, But no Doubt hoLDeN Took notes.

"Want to know WhAt the bEst paRt about this plAce is?" MalacHI ASks as he pUlls ME uNDer his arm.

"What?" DOes it Have a pool? I CAn't even rEmembEr.

MalachI stops and ENGulfs me iN a mAssIve Hug. "iT'S oNly five minuteS FRom mY pLace."

"Mmm, ThaT is a nicE peRk," I Say, SmiLiNg for the fIrst time ToDaY.

GRiNniNg dowN At me, MalaChI saYs, "i doUbt thAT had anYthinG to dO wItH ageNt MortoN ChOOSing ThIs PlacE, buT I'Ll takE it."

"HE DidN't exactLy chose it," i saY. "the FbI KeEps seveRal apartments HeRe for agentS oN loAn or whATEver. I thiNk he's actually staying somEWhere in The ComplEx, toO."

Malachi lOokS a littLe pUT off by That, buT I'm acTuAllY PRetty RELiEveD tO know he's clOSE by. meetiNg malaChi in peRson has allayed a lot OF my Fears about thiS moVe goING hOr
 I'm walking around my fir st apartme nt, l ist eni ng  tothemanager tell u s  all  the details of the sp ace a nd comp l ex . Zar a is dr i nk i n g i tal l i nw it h a g rin . All I  can think  ab ou t is...Arche r .Who is he?  Wh y is he so a tta ched t ome? How d o I  know  him?D id I k now him w he n  he wa s  alive, o rdidwe become friends as he is now? Cou ld tha tr ea l l y h app en? Befrie nd  some o ne in y o ur s l eep without evenknowing it? The  linebe twe e n what  canan d  ca n't happenhasalways be en a f u zzy one for me. 

Mala chi  co mesu pne xtto mea nd  ta k esmy hand.  I  s eem t o st a r t brea thi ng a gainat his touch.  He 's t h e o nly t hingkeep in g meground ed ri gh t now. He squee zesmy hand a ndas ks,  " Whatd o youthi nk? "

It t akes me a s ec o n d  t o realize he's tal ki n g  a bout the  apart m en t. Glancing  a rou nd,I try t o ta k eit all i n quic k ly .The bei ge  walls  a renot hings peci al, bu t the la youts eems nice andn ot too crampe d .T w ob edro oms  are off to  the side , th e  d oor s  open  so I  c a ns ee a small corner o feach r oom.The kitchen i s nicer th a n I expect ed,r ea l ly just an ext ensio n of the l i ving roo m, bu t it'lldo the jo b . 

"It'sgre at, " I  sa y .  I  sure hope so m e oneel se waslis teningtowha tev erit  is the m anager j us tsa id . Z ara d i dn't, I' msur eofthat, but no  doub t Ho ld en too k notes . 
" W antto  k nowwha tthe b estp art  aboutthis plac e i s ?" M al ac hi asks  as he pullsme  under his  a rm. 

"Wha t ? " Does i t have a pool? I can'te ven rem emb er.
Mala chi stops  an d engu lfs me ina mass ive h ug . " I t 's on l y  f ive  m inutes fro m myplace ." 

"M mm, tha t is a nice perk," I s ay, smiling f orthef i rs t t i me tod ay . 

G r i nning down at m e, Malachi  s a ys , "I doubt tha thad any thing t o dow ith Age nt Morton  choosing  t hisp l ace , but I'll  take it ."

"He d i dn'te xa ctlycho se it, "I s ay. " The FB I  ke eps s everal  a partme nts h er e for ag ents on loan or whateve r. I t hinkhe' s actuall y s t ayi ng somewh erein the com ple x,too." 

M a lachi  loo k sa l i ttleputo ff by tha t ,but I 'm  actually p r e t tyrelie ved to kno w he 's close by. Meet i ng Malachi inpers o n  ha s a l laye da lot of my fe ars  a b o ut thismo ve going ho r
 I'm_walking around_my first apartment, listening_to the_manager_tell us_all_the details of_the space and_complex. Zara is drinking_it all in_with_a grin. All I can think about is...Archer. Who is he? Why is he_so_attached to_me?_How_do I know him? Did_I know him when he_was alive,_or did we become friends as he is_now?_Could that really_happen? Befriend someone in your sleep without even knowing_it? The line between what can_and can't happen_has_always_been a fuzzy one_for me.

Malachi comes up next to_me and takes my hand. I_seem to start breathing again at his_touch. He's the only thing keeping_me grounded right now. He_squeezes my_hand and asks, "What do_you think?"

It takes_me a_second to realize_he's talking about the apartment. Glancing_around, I try_to take it all in quickly._The_beige walls are_nothing_special,_but the_layout seems nice_and_not too_cramped._Two bedrooms are off to the_side,_the doors open so I can see_a small corner of_each_room. The kitchen is_nicer than I expected, really_just an extension of the living_room, but_it'll do_the job.

"It's great," I say. I sure hope someone else was_listening to whatever it is the_manager just said. Zara_didn't, I'm_sure_of that, but_no_doubt Holden_took notes.

"Want to know what the best_part about_this place is?" Malachi asks as_he pulls me under_his_arm.

"What?" Does it have a pool?_I can't even remember.

Malachi stops and_engulfs me in a massive_hug._"It's_only five minutes from my_place."

"Mmm, that is a nice perk,"_I say, smiling_for the first time today.

Grinning down at_me,_Malachi says, "I doubt that had_anything_to do with Agent Morton choosing_this_place,_but I'll take it."

"He didn't_exactly chose it," I say. "The_FBI keeps several apartments here for agents on loan_or whatever. I_think he's actually staying somewhere_in_the_complex, too."

Malachi looks a little put off by that, but_I'm actually_pretty relieved to_know he's close by. Meeting Malachi in person has allayed_a lot of my fears about this_move going hor