It's so embarrasing being wheeled out of the hospital in a wheelchair pushed by a dude big enough to be the bad-ass in a prison movie. Then once I'm out the door, I get to hop in the back of a police car. The clothes they went and picked up at my house are not my most comfortable clothes, but at least I'm not in an orange jumpsuit. I feel fantastic and my shoulder I've been icing this week leading into bow season isn't even bothering me. Must've been a great nap or they were feeding me energy drinks in my intravenous drip.
We're here. Good luck, Jarek.
Thanks for the ride. I can get up. No problem.
Watch your head and buckle up, Mr. Erebos. I'm here to take you home.
Thanks. It's been a long night. I just want to get home.
"Station, 517, en route to Jarek Erobos' home with passenger." Roger 517. To be honest with you, I'm surprised you're not spending the night at the station. We still have no answers for the families or the Sheriff. Do you recall anything more? You were found unconscience naked at the edge of the pond as those houses were burning.
No, wish I did. I'm hoping to remember more after getting home, showered up, and a good meal. Oh, I'm right up here on the right; the brick entry way.
There you go, Mr. Erebos. You have our number. Do you have keys to get in?
Yes, thanks. I have a way in. Have a good night.
Good thing for a spare key. Crap, what a lousy night. Forget the beer, I'm breaking out the Glenmorangie Lasanta. Ah, that does the trick. Time to take this on the back deck with the yard lights on. Look at the grass ... gotta mow again tomorrow. I'll worry about that later. I'm gonna sit in my favorite chair, relax, and wish this day away.
Erobos, it's me.
