wentbackto1973 | You Called Me For What? [For elegant

The television had done it again. Static one moment and then the next, the little girl with the clown or whatever the doll was. He thought it had all been over with. Actually, it was all over with seeing as he'd been gone and even come back. Not that he really believed they'd wanted him back. Much less the Guv.

So he just pulled the pillow over his head and the covers over his body, trying to sleep. It came at some ungodly hour of the morning. His body was relaxed and his mind had shut off... well, sort of anyway. Not as much as he'd of liked. Then that damn phone rang... stupid thing. But instead of answering it, he grabs the cord and jerks it out of the wall. Much better then. Turning back on his side, he presses his head back to the pillow and lets sleep retake him.