A new plan. That sounded, in theory, great. But in practice it might not work. Will was still a little shellshocked and he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle thinking about the future when he wasn't even over the past. It had been what, ten or so hours, maybe even less? Though he guessed it might be theraputic. He might be able to get through it if he had a plan.
Waiting for Syn to finish getting done, Will went to wash his face, swill out his mouth and then take a really long piss. After he'd finally deemed his appearance unable to be treated from looking like shit warmed up he returned to the living room to finish off his tea. He would like to get a drug and sleep for a thousand years then maybe James would be dead and he'd not have to deal with this shit and everything would be new, fresh and passed.