Behind the Door: April, Supply Run

“It might be the coffee talking,” Hulan said, “but I am ready to go.”

“It’s the coffee,” Egan replied, taking her almost empty cup it is. “It’s three in the morning. We’re not doing anything now.”

“But we should waste no time! We’ve figured it out. Let’s get moving!”

“None of the stores are open. We need supplies.” Egan stood, cleared the cups and napkins from the table. “Let’s get out of here. If you really can’t sleep, we can do some prep work. I’m betting you’re going to crash, though.”

“Not a chance. I have so much caffeine in my veins I’m going to be up for a year.”

By the time Egan drove them home, Hulan was snoring in the passenger seat. He shook his head and nudged her awake. “Come on, you, walk. I’ll make sure you don’t run into anything.”

He got her to her bed, which she dropped into without a thought. Egan took her shoes off, just to save the blankets, and then went back to the living room.

They’d left early versions of the plan and their research scattered around the room. He gathered them all up and began making the shopping lists they’d need. As he expected, the task wore him out, and he had to leave the unfinished lists on the table to go fall into his own bed.

When he woke the next morning, Hulan was already up. She handed him the lists, which she’d finished.

“That everything?”

He looked them over as he had his first cup of coffee for the day, and then nodded. “That’s it.”

“Let’s go shopping.”

He gave her the keys, taking the passenger seat this time. When they got through the stores, he’d already planned the most efficient route, in and out in under half-an-hour.

“I still think we should have done this last night.”

“Again, the stores weren’t open.”

She looked as if she were about to say that wasn’t a problem, but they were at the doors and the security guard was standing right there.

“Spoil sport.”

Three stores later, and they had everything they’d need.

“Right, let’s go save the world,” Hulan said.

This time, Egan didn’t correct her. They took the supplies and headed out toward the cottage. By the time they reached it, they’d had to stop for coffee four times, and trade off driving twice, and Hulan was powered by caffeine again. When they reached the cottage, it took ten minutes to get the supplies into the site, and by that point, they were ready to collapse again.

“We’re saving the world tomorrow, aren’t we?” Hulan said as she leaned against the door-frame to her bedroom.

“Yup,” he said.

“Right. Night.”

She disappeared into the room. Since he was the more awake one, he did the round to lock everything up. The cottage was secure, but once the lights were off and he looked out the window, he saw the eyes in the shadows. Tomorrow. They couldn’t put it off anymore.

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