Without much hesitation, he moved up from the couch and went to the guest room. The boy closed the door behind him quietly, and without taking off any of his clothes, not even the jacket, he walked up to the bed and dropped onto it, burrowing his face in the pillow. It took him a few seconds to turn his head to the side. All this time his PDA kept vibrating. One new message after another.
Lamely, he produced the PDA out of the pocket of his leather pants and unfolded it. A message from Rebecca. Various messages on NNStaGram. A new message from Yoshiko. A new message from Tamara. Sighing, he opened them, one after another, just to read them.
