Part 5 — Assistance

Azyra walked to the kitchen, where she saw Xin choosing a frying pan from the cupboard. "Xin?"

"Yeah, what is it?" she replied, still looking.

"What are you doing."

"Looking for a pan. Why?"

"Why?"

"No big reason. I just need a frying pan. To replace my knife, you know?"

"You're going to replace a small stabber to a large whacker?"

"It still does damage."

"Xin, you can't use a pan."

"I need a weapon!"

"Take a kitchen knife! What's the big deal?"

"None of the knives cooperate well with me! At least I have experience with a frying pan!"

"Geez, Xin..." Azyra walked to the stairs and went upstairs. She felt a light buzz in her pocket. "Hello?"

"You said your friend was having issues?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope that friend isn't me."

"Why would I ask you if you were the friend I was referring to? Thanks for getting back to me."

"No problem, Azyra. I'll be at your apartment in a bit."

"Thank you so much. Goodbye." Azyra hung up, excited. Not only would her friend help them, but she hadn't met her friend in person outside of college for 3 months. She walked into her room. "This has been a rough day. I hope she gets here soon."

Downstairs, Xin was closing the cupboard with a small frying pan in her other hand. "This should do it. Not too big." She grabbed a ring, looped it in the eye of the handle of the frying pan, and strapped it around a belt loop at her back. "This should work."