Chapter 3Normally, Finn got out of bed in a sluggish, “gravity is against me” sort of way. He would slowly roll out from under the sheets, trudge to the bathroom and then onto his day at work. Monday was much, much different. Because shooting started early, Finn needed to be there at the ungodly hour of five o’clock, which meant he had to get up at least two hours earlier if he was going to make the bus (he did not, after all, want to bother Julian this early). But rather than somehow dragging himself awake like a zombie from the grave at two thirty in the morning, Finn hopped out of bed, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and quickly got ready for the day ahead. The hardest part about that morning, in his opinion, was having to sit in one place for two hours while the bus slowly but surely too
