Sep 07, 2013 12:13
Methos had awoken this morning and it seemed by all outward appearances as though it were just like any other. But he couldn't help feeling like something was off. His instincts usually proved correct, so he wasn't about to ignore them. But he didn't quite know what they meant. So he'd gone to work, but he was cautious, looking over his shoulder and very much aware of his surroundings.
But nothing seemed out of place. So what was wrong? He frowned to himself as he closed the cash register and handed change to the old man that had just purchased an old Victrola that was going to be delivered to his room.
Perhaps he should close up shop early. Maybe he'd go find Rose.
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