The Lighthouse - Friday
Coffee. Lots and lots of coffee was the answer. Or so Murdock hoped. He hadn't slept a decent wink, dreaming of weird things.
Maybe he was starting to have an episode? God, he hoped not.
He needed something to distract himself, keep himself awake. Work was the ticket.
Houston tagged along, knowing as animals do, that something was wrong with his owner. If he stuck any closer to Murdock, he'd be glued to his leg.
Murdock shuffled along through the tower, working but slowly. Being this tired, one couldn't be too careful. There would be no touching of power tools today. Maybe some painting. Yah, that was it. Painting.
...what was he doing again? Oh yah. Coffee.
(open, but will go passing out when one in particular tags in)
Maybe he was starting to have an episode? God, he hoped not.
He needed something to distract himself, keep himself awake. Work was the ticket.
Houston tagged along, knowing as animals do, that something was wrong with his owner. If he stuck any closer to Murdock, he'd be glued to his leg.
Murdock shuffled along through the tower, working but slowly. Being this tired, one couldn't be too careful. There would be no touching of power tools today. Maybe some painting. Yah, that was it. Painting.
...what was he doing again? Oh yah. Coffee.
(open, but will go passing out when one in particular tags in)