The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

I kept going thorough messages as I smoked. At some point during the night/morning, Jack had driven the bus to the hotel, and I hadn’t even noticed. The messages just kept coming. Some of them were really touching and supportive. Some were from other poly people, thanking me for giving them a voice. Others were from people calling me a manwhore. There were a few that weren’t in English. I saved those, just in case I hadn’t found anything at all in like 12 hours, I guess I’d have a closer look at them then.

Then, something:

‘Hi Andy,
My name is Shauna. Me and my friend Dave were at the show last night and we met Gwyn beforehand. We all talked a little and we know she drives a black Toyota Prius and she went to Oberlin College before vet school. I’m sorry, we don’t know her last name, or where she works, or her number. We know she takes her piercings out for work and hasn’t done drugs for years. Hopefully what we know might help some? Good luck Andy, we love you and BVB!
-Shauna :O)’

Yes! Well- sort of. I wasn’t sure how it would help me to know what kind of car she had… it wasn’t like I could put out an APB on her for fuck’s sake. I didn’t know what year she graduated from college (I didn’t know it was different from vet school, to be honest- you had to do both?), but maybe I could try and use that somehow?

Putting out my cigarette, I decided to thank the girl, first and foremost:

‘Shauna-
Thank you so much. It most definitely will help. If you like, if you send me your address, I can send you and Dave something as thanks when I get done with tour?
Andy’

I put three reminders in my phone for around the time I should get home, and then go back to sorting through messages. After another 30 minutes, I decide to take a break, and transfer some stuff up to my hotel room.

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