The job would have been over much quicker if he had not been forced to run to the store to pick up parts twice. Whoever had installed the sink to start with had taken some unique shortcuts that were less than ideal for the overall functionality of the unit. Honestly, he was surprised that Ms. Bluthe had not had more problems with it.

He liked working. He liked the single-minded focus that labor could instill in him. He liked getting his hands dirty while some kind of soft polka music drifted in from the next room.

Job complete, Tillman gently insisted that he really must be getting back to his apartment and yes, she could call him if she had any other problems and it was lovely to see her again. He felt as he stepped through the door. Content was good. Content would keep him from downing a few beers before going to meet his therapist.

He was surprised to find the couch and kitchen vacant and the bathroom door open. His hair stood on end, instincts and dread taking over as he padded down the hall to his bedroom. He listened to the shuffling and muttering inside before he heaved a little sigh of relief and made his way inside.

He froze at the sight of Pig with his duffel.