It's just a short drive, but it takes Gabriel an enormous amount of will just to reach the Residence. His focus keeps straying from the road; if he's not careful, he might end up smashed against some truck. He slaps himself in the face a few times; it's not the usual sleepiness, but the drugs still in his blood, and maybe the remnants of his illness. He would have spent a couple of nights more at the hospital, but he couldn't stand it. He must see Claire.
Dale is so surprised upon seeing him.
"Uhh, Gabriel sir, is it really you?" Dale says. He even lightly touches Gabriel on the face.
"Of course, it's me," Gabriel says.
"But sir, what seems to be the hurry?" Dale points at Gabriel's clothes. "You're still wearing hospital clothes, sir. And it's still a few hours before sunrise." He hesitates, considering the intensity of Gabriel's facial expression as he saunters into the lobby. "Are you sure you're okay?"
