Shouldn't even be back

Sitting down at the table, Chance grins a little. He'd never known anything but fast-paced city life, even when traveling with his dad. He'd always gravitated to the city, but it had been a long time, if ever, that he'd actually stopped and asked himself if that was what he preferred. He was used to the city but... did that mean it was actually what he wanted, or just what he was accustomed to?

Shaking his head, he picks up his fork and tastes the eggs. "Mm... a bit of spice is always good. These are great." He meant it, too. He cooked for himself most of the time, but he wasn't the greatest at it, except for a few select things. At home, he wound up eating out a lot or just skipping some of his meals.

Chance pauses to take a sip of his tea, grateful for Destiny fixing everything this morning. "I gotta go back to TJY again today. You can come with me, or I can get someone to come stay here for a while. It's up to you."


Phil stands as Rayne comes from her room, ready to take her home. Leading the way, he holds the door for her, then leads her to his pickup. "Sixteen Waterchest it is. I think I can handle that."

He opens the door for Rayne then goes around to slide in behind the steering wheel, making sure she's buckled before pulling out. He was familiar with most of the streets, so he knew which way to go and only had to ask once which direction to turn.

Once arriving at the house, Phil pulls into the small lot and parks, leaving the engine running. "Well..." He looks over to Rayne an smile. "I guess now that I know you, I can keep an eye out for you, huh? Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

Thinking a moment, he turns and opens the console between the seats, retrieving a small pad of paper and a pen. He scribbles out a number and tears it off, handing it to Rayne. "That's my cell phone number. You know, for..." He shrugs. "...in case you need anything."


Gage trudges away from the lumber mill, covered in dirt and grime, his whole body aching. A couple cars and pickups speed past him on the road - other workers who had just gotten off work as well, though to them, Gage was invisible.

Making it to the back alley, he wanders through until he comes to another street. So tired, he almost walks out in front of a car, startled back by the horn honking. Twenty more minutes and he'd finally made it back to his apartment. The stairway had never looked taller. Third night on the job - he couldn't give up now. But he'd already skipped out on Sapphire yesterday, and he was so exhausted again. He didn't have to work tonight though, so maybe tomorrow he'd have time to recuperate.

Getting into his apartment, he knew he needed to shower and change, but it's his mattress that he winds up on anyway, not even taking his boots off. His pillow never felt better.


Justin eases down on the bench along the sidewalk, unconsciously letting out a long sigh. It had been only two days and he knew he probably shouldn't even be back to Brookshire yet, but he'd been going stir crazy. It didn't matter much though - Jenny had said Scott was refusing to get up today and Justin didn't have the strength yet to force him. So, he'd simply let Scott be today.

Fishing in his backpack, he pulls out a sandwich he'd been saving for lunch. The meds he took earlier were making him sick to his stomach though, so maybe some food would help.