It was early Sunday afternoon when Nick awakened. He took a fast shower and had barely finished getting dressed when Greg finally woke up as well. “How are you feeling?” he asked when Greg rolled over to look at him.
“Almost human,” Greg replied, stretching and yawning. “And starving.”
“Not too surprising. Let’s go see what we can find to eat.”
“Bathroom, first.”
Nick showed him where it was. He was tempted to join him, when he heard the shower running, even though he’d just taken one, but thought better of it. He’s still not up to par by a long shot, if he’s like me after my first shift, and I was a lot younger and more resilient than him when it happened. Instead, Nick went into the kitchen, hoping there was something to eat other than canned goods.
Étienne turned from the stove whe
