Night after night I waited for the hooded figure and night after night I was left disappointed. The days seem to drag on, turning into weeks, and still no sign from the hooded figure. Even work had become tedious. The Director and Darcy would constantly check on me and Keegan would stalk about the morgue watching my every move.
He had invited me to a small gig a local band was playing, but I couldn't be less interested. He gave me the creeps and I avoided him at all cost. Something about the way he was excited to do his job made me uncomfortable. Our job was a somber one, to care for the dead and he treated it like a science experiment. Often, I would find him waiting by his truck as I left for the day, watching me. Occasionally, he would offer some sort of help, from filling my tires with air to taking me to a nice dinner. I always found some excuse to avoid the offer, but ne never seemed to take the hint. Just once-sided infatuation that was more exhausting then work.
