I knew something was wrong - Brendan was at work, Alex was visiting her family back home, Irene was over at her boyfriend's house, and Amy was on the patio with us. Moreover, if someone was coming home early, they'd at least light a candle in the kitchen. I shot Amy a look, like maybe we should go check this out. I know I was a little bit tipsy and I think that Amy was a little more far-gone than I was. My neighbor Andy said he'd come with me, and he took an empty wine bottle. I wasn't sure what we'd find, but I was pretty glad Andy was coming with me.
We decided to go in loud and see if we could startle whoever was in there. I even turned on the living room light to make sure everything was well-lit and we could see everything. Nobody in the front of the house. Andy went into the kitchen first, turned on the light, and gave a shout! When I looked, there was some guy in our fridge, just eating out of it.
Now, I realize food is hard to come by, but really? We're barely scraping by as it is. Turns out the guy's apartment building turned out a bunch of its tenants because they simply couldn't make rent. His name is Tim and Andy invited him over. I was mad he ate one of the oranges I had bought as a surprise for Lauren, but he turned out to be an all right guy. I told him that if he ever needs food, he can come by and we can work out a deal. There's always a couch to sleep on, too.
Maybe it's naive of me, but I really want to trust people's good intentions.