[au and rw] You'll miss sunrise if you close your eyes, and that would break my heart in two.
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It had been a good weekend. Johnny and the students and residents who wanted to go had flown down to North Carolina on Friday, to spend the weekend at his family's horse ranch. ..Or, well, not at, persay, despite his mother insisting that she could find room for them all, and that it wasn't right to make everyone stay in a hotel. Xavier and Johnny both had insisted that the group hunker down at a nearby locale, and Johnny took them all round the next day. They spent it looking at all the types of horses that the ranch had, riding a few of them, learning the innerworkings of the business, and of course looking at what colts were there to try and pick which one would be coming back to Xavier's with them. Sunday had been devoted to seeing Charleston, and then Monday morning they had flown home. Johnny had stayed back, in order to spend the holiday with his family, and also so that he could drive the horse back up the following week.
Monday actually hadn't turned out as planned, though. He'd gotten a call from a nearby ranch, wanting him to come by and look at a horse of theirs that they were worried about. There wasn't really much Johnny would be able to do in a couple of hours, but he could at least see what was going on, and figure out someone to recommend them to. By the time he was headed back to his family, the afternoon was getting late. He didn't think it would e a problem, but on his way back he couldn't get an answer at the house phone, which wasn't terribly normal. Driving up, he saw that all of the cars were there -- even those belonging to his siblings that had long since moved away. That was..odd. For the first time since coming back, Johnny felt a strong jolt of worry move through him. It was a sense of foreboding that only got stronger as he headed toward the door. He slowed as he walked, considering turning and leaving, getting back in the truck and taking off. He knew, logically, that there was no reason to think that, but he couldn't help it. That feeling was quickly shoved aside though -- if something was wrong, he needed to be there to help his family, not run from it.
( Getting to the door, he reached out to open it -- only to find it locked. )
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Monday actually hadn't turned out as planned, though. He'd gotten a call from a nearby ranch, wanting him to come by and look at a horse of theirs that they were worried about. There wasn't really much Johnny would be able to do in a couple of hours, but he could at least see what was going on, and figure out someone to recommend them to. By the time he was headed back to his family, the afternoon was getting late. He didn't think it would e a problem, but on his way back he couldn't get an answer at the house phone, which wasn't terribly normal. Driving up, he saw that all of the cars were there -- even those belonging to his siblings that had long since moved away. That was..odd. For the first time since coming back, Johnny felt a strong jolt of worry move through him. It was a sense of foreboding that only got stronger as he headed toward the door. He slowed as he walked, considering turning and leaving, getting back in the truck and taking off. He knew, logically, that there was no reason to think that, but he couldn't help it. That feeling was quickly shoved aside though -- if something was wrong, he needed to be there to help his family, not run from it.
( Getting to the door, he reached out to open it -- only to find it locked. )