[color=8882be][i]Tecumseh, pulled into the parking lot the employee parking lot the next morning and saw Sarah's car already there. e grunted in surprise, he'd thought she was going to sleep in to day for sure as tired as she was last night. Oh well, youngsters were resilient folk. He walked into the office door, since Sarah usually unlocked the door when she arrived, and because his morning coffee was still kicking in. Now rather confused, Tecumseh unlocked the office door, and walked into the sitting room to see Sarah snoring gently on the couch exactly where he'd left her last nigh. Tecumseh chuckled softly to himself, and went to start the morning pot of Coffee.

Ten minutes later, he knelt next to head and waved a cup of fresh coffee, or rather milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee to add color, just the way she liked it, in front of her face. When that had no effect, he tried calling her name, softly at first, and then he rose and stepped back and used a voice he hadn't used in years. He barked her name in his parade ground voice, very loud and clipped, it echoed slightly in the small room, and Sarah woke with a start, sitting bolt up right on the couch. Tecumseh smiled and switched back to his usual business voice, as he handed her the coffee.[/i][/color]

	"[color=ed1c24]Morning sleepyhead, here.[/color]"

	"[color=ec008c]Mmmmh, that smells good. Oh I feel terrible, this couch was not made to be slept on![/color]"

	"[color=ed1c24]That's why it's called a couch and not a bed silly, go home and relax kid, you earned it yesterday. Besides, you stink.[/color]"

[color=8882be][i]Tecumseh pinched his nose shut as he said last, which earned him a mock glare as Sarah sipped her coffee, which he laughed at before gently shooing her out the door. She didn't protest much, she was still tired and sleeping on the couch had made her very sore. Working would have been torturous today, so she drove home while Tecumseh went back to work chuckling at himself. Even youngsters have a limit on what they can do before they crash. He looked at his calendar and noticed it was going to be a slow day. Good, he liked slow days. He checked his email, as he did every day, and noticed another email alerting him to the presence of several immigrants currently residing in New York who might be elementals and noted that the previous mentioned leader of a "fiery disposition" had last been seen in Oxford, England. Interesting... [/i][/color] [color=ed1c24]What are you doing in England, did you happen to have anything to do with the murder of that pub owner? hmmm, you'd better be watching your step, politicians don't like being scared, and I imagine you're going to scare them all real quick.[/color] [color=8882be][i]He erased that email as well, then set his hard drive to back itself up on a cloud while he was out and about. He locked his office door on his way out, stopping to chat with the manager and financial assistant for a bit before heading on out to enjoy the beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly, while a light breeze kept the heat from becoming oppressive. He checked to make sure his phone was on and then set off on one of his favorite trails.[/i][/color]