Gilligan was in a sour mood on the walk home. What was worse was he didn't really know why. Gil was no stranger to failure, or quitting, he probably did both at least 12 times a day. And he never felt a thing afterwards, even when he let down Godwin. Yet this felt...different. Maybe because for once he failed in something [i]he wanted[/i]to do.

He was half way home when he came across a flock of sheep, grazing peacefully in a glen. Seeing no way around them he strode through the heard and the afternoon glow. He listened to the gentle bleating and felt extremely drowsy. 

"Well... there's no one waiting for me at home." he said unbuckling his gear and resting his head on a resting sheep. The critter let out a curious bleat, and Gil spoke softly, "No, no, don't get up. Were not going anywhere."

The creature lowered its head and Gilligan continued mumbling as he tried to drift off into an afternoon nap. "So... I don't suppose you know anything about magic doors?"