It was already past noon when Lane finally got back to his apartment. He was tired, extremely tired. Not necessarily sleepy - he took another nap in the car - but rather physically exhausted, completely drained, to the point that if he were to trip and fall, he wouldn't have any energy left to get up.
Still, after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, he didn't go to bed. Instead, he went to the soundproofed room, opening the massive safe.
Damien gave them four days off, after all. It was a perfect opportunity for Lane to switch to his real body for a bit.
Everything was already prepared. Lane took a small box with pills from the upper shelf, turned on the flashlight, and sat down cross-legged in the big compartment, closing the doors behind him. He had to use his abilities to do so, worsening his state even further, but it didn't matter. 'Noah Murray' was about to be put to sleep, anyway.
