Alaster led the way down the hallway to Spencer’s door. He opened the door slowly and looked in to see nothing at first. Alaster walked in, followed by Devon, and saw Spencer’s crumbled form on the floor at the far side of the bed. Devon started to laugh as Alaster stood, shaking his head at the man lying unconscious on the floor.
“I must say, I am a little disappointed to find him in this state,” Alaster said as he studied the man on the floor.
“I am too,” Devon agreed. “Then again, the kids did most of that to him. That makes me happy, and it should make you happy too.”
“It does,” Alaster grinned. “But I still wanted to take out a few of my own frustrations on him.”
“You still can. He can always be dropped a few times as we try to rouse him. Personally, I wouldn’t mind slapping him u
