The next few days consisted of silent packing. Clothing, vinyls, artwork, food; It all dissapeared into three big brown bags. As he finally loaded his belongings into his car outside the house, four days and 96 hours of silence, he stood outside the house, staring out at the faint flicker of lights that reflected on the small lake in front of him. As he backed out of the gravel driveway for the last time, he began humming the tune to some Beatles song he could hear faintly coming out of the house next door. As he slowly drove away, almost afraid to move on, he saw her standing, there, at the window. Her black sillhouette, sleek and smooth against the harsh light of that tall metal lamp that stood in the middle of the room without its lampshade. All these things he would never forget. Maybe she wasnt just another girl to him. Did he love her? No. She wasnt like all the others though.. Five hours east on Interstate 95 and he decided to stop in Baltimore. He didnt know why the exit lane had attracted him so intensely, yet something inside him knew to get off. Had he been there before? Not in his recollection. Seen it before on television? Maybe.. The Wendys sign at the end of the parkling lot blared at him as he swung open the heavy glass door and walked inside. Chicken, he decided. Time to break his vegitarian habits to endulge in some meat that probably wasnt even alive at one point. Hey- its fast food. What were you expecting? The only woman in the place at that time was a woman, a bit older than him, but not by much. Her face, as she sipped her clam chowder, crinkled with the faint hints of lines around her eyes and forehead. The brown hair, chopped haphazardly, dangled in front of her face, threatening to dive into her soup. She wore a red scarf around her neck, olive colored coat, fuscia painted nails, grey newsboy hat, gloves.. Although he had rid himself of his second ex girlfriend's vegan influences,