When Mishka realized he couldn't pay the bills just by working at the florist he was rather depressed by it. Here he was in his own house, a house with his name on it and working every hour he could and he couldn't do it? That just didn't seem fair. So he sat down and wrote up a quick little ad for the paper, after all when it came down to it he had several extra bedrooms, all nearly empty and his future roommate could have two of them. Maybe a little company wouldn't be so bad? The house was larger than Mishka had ever expected and farther away from town than he was used to. He was only twenty minutes out but sometimes it seemed like forever. Like a whole different world out in the lonely woods and the silence, sometimes he could hear the trains but they didn't come that often. The air around the house hung still and quiet in the Autumn mornings and evenings when he was home. A Week Later. Mishka had a day off finally, the little flower shop was surprisingly busy and kept him there all week. There had been only two people to respond to his ad and honestly he was amazed that there had been that many. There wasn't a great many 'kids' his age in town at the moment. It seemed they all left for college except for a few. Mishka knew he didn't want a roommate who was a great deal older than him, he didn't like the idea of some 'adult' sailing in and taking over his new home like it was theirs. He'd spent the day before cleaning and straightening and getting things ready for the possibility of someone actually saying yes. He had his doubts though.