I've been away for a very long time with homework and stuff. I can't honestly say this is for loyal readers, because I don't have any, but for anyone else, I'm back. I'm advising you read the first chapter before this one or it will make no sense. Please review, stupid though it is. Toodles.


"Wake up, Sweetie! I made bacon and eggs for you. I know their your favorite."

I haven't had those in a long time.

"Wake up. Wake up."

"Wake up."

Sawyer opened his eyes and blinked. There was so much light in the room. The little blond woman–Patty?–was smiling down on him.

"Good morning."

"Mornin'," he slurred. He tried to prop himself up and winced at the amount of pain he was in.

"Coffee?" she asked, brightly, picking up a pot.

"Got any whiskey?" he asked, pulling the blanket up as it slid down his waist. He'd cross that bridge when he found out how much she had.

"No," she said, briskly. "You don't need any."

"Says you," he muttered bitterly.

"Yes I do," she said. "Now, do you want coffee?"

"No," he said. "Can I have my clothes now?"

"Well," the little English blond said. "I suppose you could. If I chose to give them to you. Would you like to rephrase that?"

"No. I give up," he said, slumping back down into the bed.

"Who did this to you?" she asked, putting some bacon and eggs onto a plate.

"Just muggers," he said.

"You said you 'got into some trouble'," she said.

"What, you record what I say?"

"I just remember these things. Besides, your money wasn't missing."

"You went through my pockets?" he asked as a wave of panic swept over him. His letter was there along with a long list of possible marks. If she saw that––.

"I didn't think you wanted your items going through the wash," she said. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," he said.

"Nonsense," she said. "You were nearly beaten to death. You're hungry."

"I am not–"

"Don't make me shove this down your throat."

"Alright. Alright. I'll eat," he said, taking a piece of bacon. He took a bite. "So what were you in a dark alley?"

"I was looking for my cat," she replied, "and don't talk with your mouth full."

"Yes mother."

"If you want your clothes, they're at the end of the bed. I expect you to eat all of the food there," she said, standing up. "And come down when you're dressed." She strode out of the room and shut the door.

"Sir, yes, sir!" he said once she left. He took a deep breath to calm down, and got up.