Who: John Constantine, Chas Kramer
Where: Upper hallways, bedrooms
When: around 2:00 pm
Rating: TBD (Maybe asleep they won’t cuss…)


Watching John head towards the stairs and wondering for a moment whether he was going to make it as far, Chas decided to follow him as well, because even though he’d settle for the floor at this moment, a bed did sound just terribly inviting. And in case, he decided to keep behind John … not that he’d be much of help if the exorcist did opt for toppling over, but still.

Yeah, the bird attack had been certainly stressful – or more, the trying to get the hell away from them – but in the end, the overall exhaustion in his case was more to be blamed on the shock, he had to admit. Wasn’t everyday some birds decided to go all Alfred Hitchcock on him, now that was for sure.

He was surprised, really, that he could even muster the strength to go up the stairs at this point. Well, no bets on whether or not he would make it up to the top of them at this point, but it was a start that he didn’t fall backwards down the first steps again already. Or fell asleep on them, for that matter. After what had just happened, it was the small things he had to be glad about, certainly.