Bush had woken and found Horatio gone, which was hardly surprising. He was either on his morning walk, or downing as much coffee as he could find. A fond smile crossed his face as he moved into the hall. He wouldn't bother Horatio, he knew how much privacy meant to him early in the mornings, but he did want to find him, at least. He stalked through the ship to the galley, peering inside. A scowl crossed his face when he saw what was there. "Cecelia! Do not bother the Captain."