George had gotten back from his trip early that morning, after Fred had already left for the shop. He'd unloaded the exploding powder into the barn with the last of his energy, then gone inside to crawl right into bed. He'd barely managed to kick his clothes off, and didn't bother with changing his clothes before curling up under his blanket.
He drifted in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, but slowly poked his head out when he heard a noise. Was someone yelling? Oh, it must be Alicia. He considered going down to meet her, but after trying and failing to swing his legs over the side of the bed he decided she could find her way to him.
"Come on in!" He called, halfheartedly combing through his hair with his hand. Hm. He needed a shave... Ah well, too late now. "I'm upstairs; first door on the right. I hope you brought booze!"