Snippet #3
Jul. 10th, 2003 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveAl Calavicci
The nights were the best times to go into the office. It looked like he was working late, and besides which nobody would bother him behind this closed door. Daytimes were easy, wandeirng around and actually working. Evenings were spent preparing reports for the following day. nights..nights were harder.
The place never really emptied out, what with all the projects and all the emergencies and all the incipent deadlines that always cropped up at the same time. Between the sheer amount of work, and the fact of being underground and therefore having no awareness of day or night, it was easy to spend sixteen or twenty or seventy two hours without ever setting foot outside.
After Sam had first disappeared, it hadn't taken long at all for the others to grow used to seeing Al in the lab at any hour of the day or night. Everyone was worried, and no one thought it odd that Al would be, too. No one suggested he leave for the night.
At least, not then. Now that Sam was home, Al knew he should have been as well. But when his work was done, he instead found his way to his office. It was easier than going home, he'd tell himself. Easier after years of practically living here, always too afraid of leaving that he might be gone when Sam needed him.
Ingrained habit made for a fine excuse, he told himself. But he knew the truth, and the truth was just that he was afraid to go home.
Sam would be there.
The nights were the best times to go into the office. It looked like he was working late, and besides which nobody would bother him behind this closed door. Daytimes were easy, wandeirng around and actually working. Evenings were spent preparing reports for the following day. nights..nights were harder.
The place never really emptied out, what with all the projects and all the emergencies and all the incipent deadlines that always cropped up at the same time. Between the sheer amount of work, and the fact of being underground and therefore having no awareness of day or night, it was easy to spend sixteen or twenty or seventy two hours without ever setting foot outside.
After Sam had first disappeared, it hadn't taken long at all for the others to grow used to seeing Al in the lab at any hour of the day or night. Everyone was worried, and no one thought it odd that Al would be, too. No one suggested he leave for the night.
At least, not then. Now that Sam was home, Al knew he should have been as well. But when his work was done, he instead found his way to his office. It was easier than going home, he'd tell himself. Easier after years of practically living here, always too afraid of leaving that he might be gone when Sam needed him.
Ingrained habit made for a fine excuse, he told himself. But he knew the truth, and the truth was just that he was afraid to go home.
Sam would be there.