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The door clicked open at 3:26 A.M. All the lights were off besides a few nightlights that were plugged into various outlets around the house. Pete slipped out of his shoes as he locked the door, then carefully wandered around in the darkness. He had come home two hours late. The gig was supposed to end at midnight. It took an hour to travel from the city to the small apartment complex. But of course, Saturday night traffic never ceased to be a pain in the ass. They had performed for longer than they had planned, his phone had died at eleven, and Michael got lost on the way home. Pete wasn’t entirely sure how they had managed to delay