Working again
There are a lot of potted and bagged saplings on carts in the room next to Schreber’s. Not quite enough yet, but he’s told Courtney he needs a day’s break before collecting more. Kneeling on the ground doing that kind of hard work left him with an aching back and leg, and when she had him come back to her house for a movie and popcorn, he barely kept awake through to the end. Now he’s had a longer night of sleep than usual, even going back to sleep after waking at midnight like always. With the tree collection mostly out of the way, he’s thinking about the project investigating John’s mind again. It seems like a calming and easy thing to work on after spending the day yesterday on his knees in the dirt.
He gets some of the vials out again and sets up the equipment, mixing and analyzing and poking at John’s memories, especially those from after the failed imprint in the hotel. Orwell croaks sleepily sometimes, curled up in his nest in the arm of the couch.
He gets some of the vials out again and sets up the equipment, mixing and analyzing and poking at John’s memories, especially those from after the failed imprint in the hotel. Orwell croaks sleepily sometimes, curled up in his nest in the arm of the couch.