Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-25828117-20190330182939

Willy brushed his teeth and took to bed.

There he would try to sleep but found himself staring up at the ceiling with his arms crossed over the sheets. Thinking. Perhaps he would just ask Agent Miller he could be sent home. This was nothing for him. How badly would Shrike want to kill him, really?

He groaned as he felt tears well up in his eyes. He was so very unhappy in here.