Days passed in much the same way - rest, food, fucking, training, patrolling, and tracking the steady countdown toward semester finals. Dun, dun, dun. Now that I was unemployed, I had a lot more time to study, which was nice. I had no money, though, and no prospects for money, unless I sold an organ or something. I would add that to my to-do list.

Paul hadn't made another appearance. He was too busy splashing around in his lake below the trapdoor, I guessed. I would go to him ...