The last few days had been a personal hell. While being unconscious in the infirmary might have seemed like it was good for him, the memories that ran through his mind while he was unable to wake himself up made it anything but restful. Sometime in the afternoon, he finally woke up.
And once the coast was clear, Doc made his exit from the infirmary. The first stop was to get up to his room and shower and change. The second was several hours spent outside in the stables, working up a sweat to catch up with where he'd left off. Thankfully the new help had been good about keeping things in order.
The third stop was with the bar. Doc put several drinks worth of money down on his staff's tabs as a way to apologize for not being around and then wrote out a quick note.
Jack,
It's gone.
Find me the next time you're in the bar.
-- Doc
The note disappears and then Doc heads out of the back door towards the lake, and ends up sitting near the shore, staring at the twilight, and smoking a cigarette. His nerves are a bit jumpy -- still -- but he can't stay inside any longer. He needs to think.
ooc: He's botherable! I'm back from my vacation and missed you all!