Scholar stared at the clock on his wall, then his phone on his nightstand, then back to the clock. He had dealt with what he needed to deal with so now he was in bed, anxious. He couldn't help but wonder if Abby had gotten his message, and if she would call. Would she understand, or be angry with him? He couldn't believe he was actually seeing the girl as a possible friend. He was definitely losing it. With a heavy sigh he grabbed his phone, leaving his home for a nice walk in the streets. He knew he didn't have to worry as he could handle anything that came his way.