Noah Chance apt 406

Standing in front of apartment 204, Noah was losing his confidence. He had come to the second floor to find Elwood Clark, the very-much-alive man who had promised to help Noah. In reality, it wasn’t even a promise, just Elwood saying “I think I can help you,” before being dragged away by a red-haired woman, but that was quite enough for Noah. Now, Noah stood in front of Elwood’s apartment, hand poised in front of the door, ready to knock. He had been standing in this position for the past ten minutes, hoping his hand and Elwood’s door would magically connect. Noah hoped, fruitlessly, for 5 more minutes. “This is stupid,” Noah muttered to himself and lowered his hand. “He probably thinks I’m crazy. And even if he doesn’t, how does he think he can help me?” Noah was now pacing the hallway of the second floor. “You know what, he’s probably crazy. This was a bad idea. A bad, bad idea. I’m leaving.” Noah turned to leave, ready to return to his own apartment, but while thinking of ap...

Noah Chance was troubled, and when he was troubled, Noah liked to take a walk, find somewhere quiet, and think, which was exactly what he was doing now, wandering the streets aimlessly. He was too concerned with the thoughts that raced through his head like wild animals to pay attention to where his feet were taking him. Noah was thinking his plan to “save his brother” was a bit too ambitious. What was he supposed to do? Where was he even supposed to start? He thought maybe he should adjust his plan. Something like “find out why I see ghosts” would work just fine. But how was he supposed to find that out? Before his thoughts could become anymore uncontrollable, Noah was distracted by the faint smell of buttered popcorn, the distant twinkle of lights, and the faded sound of… “Is that... circus music?” Noah asked aloud. “I believe so” a voice replied. Noah startled, not expecting an answer to his question. To his right stood a young man around Seth’s age. They were both walking...