a4, aye aye.
Sawyer didn't sleep to well last night, he hated the fact that Tempe was gone again and he was left with a cold bunk for a few weeks but she had some things to take care of and he wasn't going to keep her from it. But his nightmares seemed to haunt him, his Pa shooting himself on his bed when he was eight years old - definitly not good dreaming material.
He shot up in bed with a light groan, or he atleast thought he groaned. No sound came from his throat and he panicked. "What the..." He went to say, still nothing. Being silenced? Freaked Sawyer out.
He shot up in bed with a light groan, or he atleast thought he groaned. No sound came from his throat and he panicked. "What the..." He went to say, still nothing. Being silenced? Freaked Sawyer out.