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WHO: Abby and Ken
WHEN: Some ungodly hour between the 8th and 9th of May
WHERE: Abby's house
WHAT: It's always easier to hide in your big sister's bed than one of your little brother's.
For the past week, Ken had had trouble sleeping. And, as much as he wanted to blame it on jet lag or his work shifts or the sleep patterns he had forced on himself or even the ghost that sat on the couch, insisting on watching shopping channels at unusual time, he knew that wasn't the reason why.
Quite frankly how he had managed not to wake up the household one the few occasions he woke up screaming, he didn't know.
So at...whatever time it was, he was out wondering the area, stopping at random lampposts in attempt to read the return address on the letter. Why hadn't he thought of it before he wondered as he finally found the red townhouse he had been looking for. Ignoring the wave of sleep deprived nausea that ran through his body as he finally reached the house, ringing the bell before slumping against the door. "H-hey sis, ah might be ahe'd of mah letter tellin' ye ah wus comin' over." He chuckled weakly, knowing fine well she probably couldn't hear him right now.
WHEN: Some ungodly hour between the 8th and 9th of May
WHERE: Abby's house
WHAT: It's always easier to hide in your big sister's bed than one of your little brother's.
For the past week, Ken had had trouble sleeping. And, as much as he wanted to blame it on jet lag or his work shifts or the sleep patterns he had forced on himself or even the ghost that sat on the couch, insisting on watching shopping channels at unusual time, he knew that wasn't the reason why.
Quite frankly how he had managed not to wake up the household one the few occasions he woke up screaming, he didn't know.
So at...whatever time it was, he was out wondering the area, stopping at random lampposts in attempt to read the return address on the letter. Why hadn't he thought of it before he wondered as he finally found the red townhouse he had been looking for. Ignoring the wave of sleep deprived nausea that ran through his body as he finally reached the house, ringing the bell before slumping against the door. "H-hey sis, ah might be ahe'd of mah letter tellin' ye ah wus comin' over." He chuckled weakly, knowing fine well she probably couldn't hear him right now.