Chapter Two

Terrence picked out his suit from the closet. It was covered in lint and hair, black and white, which was undoubtedly a result of having picked up Hazel in a celebratory manner after a previous adventure with the suit. Goddammit. His phone rang and he ran to pick it up before it catalyzed another one of Hazel's barking fits.

"Yo T! You coming to the lecture?"
"Yah sure, last one today."
"Nice."
"Yeh."

And then Terrence realized that Sam wasn't really calling for the benefit of himself, rather, it was somehow an indirect attempt to help him. Then another thought struck him that maybe it was never Sam's intention to be so considerate. But in any case, each time he received a call from Sam it could not have been more relieving at a more appropriate time. During his warcraft addiction Sam had called to ask him to play a game of squash. During his job searches Sam had called him to discuss the consequences of an economic crisis on the RIM stock.

"Oh yah, hey, um...can I get a ride to the lecture?"
"Yah I can do that. Come over in half an hour."
Sam to the rescue, and the first problem of the day was solved.

"Oh shit, fuck, do you have a spare pair of black shoes? I think I left my only pair in Hong Kong and I have orchestra performance tonight...fuck, do you?"
"Haha...! Yah, I should do, lemme check. Yah, I do."
"Nice. Thanks so much man, oh hey and one more thing. Do you have any empty boxes lying around that I could use to ship some stuff back to Hong Kong? Need to start packing."
"Probably, check in the garage when you come over, I should have some."
"Thanks...thanks man."

The conversation left Terrence with a good sense of accomplishment for the afternoon, and he went to the living room to clean up his suit. In a mindless dream, he wondered if the rest of his day would also be so smooth and favourable.