"You haven't called much."

"I've been busy."

"Is everything okay?"

There was a lump in my throat. I couldn't swallow. 

My chest hurt and I curled up in pain. 

"Fine," I answered. 

I felt nauseous. The room spun around me. 

"How's San Francisco?"

"It's good. I think I like LA better but the food here is really good."

I thought I was going to be sick. I didn't want Angus to wake up.

A sharp pain stabbed me in the back.

"Do you think you're going to be home soon? For your birthday, I mean?"

"I don't know...."

I wanted to go home. 

I wanted nothing more than to be in my own bed in my own house.

I wanted to get away from here. From the travelling, from the crowds of people. 

I started crying.

It hurt.

"I'll be home soon, I think. We can celebrate my birthday after I get back."

"Rosemary really misses you."

I fucking wept.

Angus slept.

"I miss her too."

I missed everyone.

I missed my family.

I wanted to go home.