Grant Returns

[dinosaurman]

Not everyone was meant to be a international jet-setter. Grant had spent the last two days either in an airport or on a plane. The four-hour security lines? At least he had a book. Having to toss his shaving kit? Understandable, given the circumstances. Sleeping in a plastic molded chair because his connecting flight had been delayed three hours? He'd slept on more uncomfortable things. The kicker had been the screaming infant on the ten-hour flight to Heathrow. Even now he couldn't get the sound of that beast's wailing out of his head. Sighing, he picked up his bag and walked up toward the castle. Maybe he could swing by the Hospital Wing for a cure to ease the headache that was making his temples throb.

((I'm back! I've got new nifty high-speed internet, so expect to see a lot more of Grant, Damien, Oliver, Roxy, Carmen, and Dieter. [Is it even possible to see more of Dieter? Unless you turn him inside out, I think we've already seen all there is to see.]))