The apartment felt so silent and empty without Tesla that, after a while, Stella stopped cleaning and<br/>went to the piano instead. But that too felt wrong and after a few half hearted chords she stopped.<br/>Truth be told she didn’t know what she wanted. It had been an hour since Tesla had bolted out of that<br/>door and she wanted to knock on their door and be part of it. Stella went to the kitchen thinking she<br/>should cook something without tripping over Mr. Wubble-Butt but wouldn’t ya know it, it turned out to<br/>be a lot less fun.<br/>Nothing worked to distract her and she finally went and cracked the door open in case he would be<br/>coming home soon and sat, by the open window, her knees drawn up to her chin, waiting for her cat to<br/>come home to get dinner. She told herself that she missed him, but in all honesty, she was a little<br/>jealous as well.