WHO Will Scarlet, Wrath, Saint Patrick WHEN Friday morning WHERE The immigration assistance office WHAT Will trying to be Normal WARNINGS none
Will woke far too early for any respectable person. He'd been having a very odd dream where Tuck was locked in a shed and banging to be let out, but when Will opened the door he was the Sheriff, who vomited blood and then tried to eat him. Just as the villain had overpowered him and was about to chomp down on his fingers, he woke up.
He paused in the doorway of the bathroom. The room was very cold. They'd installed a portable cooling unit in there to stop the ice melting so fast in the summer heat, and Tuck was wrapped in a sheet on top of and under sealed bags of ice, only his face poking out. Will had fought in both world wars, he knew what a rotting man looked like. Aside from the unnatural colours, Tuck's face stayed with an attitude of repose (if a little dehydrated and stretched), which gave Will hope that his absence wouldn't be for so very long.
In the mean time, what was he supposed to do? Stand around and wait for something to happen? He didn't even have Luna to talk to, as an impartial observer who could call him on his bullshit and tell him to get his arse into gear. He stood in the kitchen and drank two cups of coffee, and then decided he had to go to work today.
He left a note for Francis, and headed out. Alan had brought him a suitcase of clothes, so at least he had something fresh for the day. He enjoyed walking in the early morning warmth, hands in his pockets and earbuds in his ears, and it helped centre him. He needed to take exercise more often. It helped a lot.
When he got to work, he clocked in and went and headed into the office, giving Wrath a little nod and wave. "Hi. What've we got going on today?"