FTEC, Sunday Evening

[banikslaveboy]

Sunday night, and as usual, there was Stark in the clinic. The TV was on, he was occasionally flipping through channels though there didn't seem to be anything worth watching. Mostly he was trying to crochet the...thing...for Home Ec. Trying being the operative word. It looked, right now, more like a hopeless tangle of yarn than anything else. Stark was not entirely sure that was worse than the alternative.

[I assume Jack and co have left? Poke me if I am wrong, I shall edit to accomodate!]