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Rucks walked back into Eden Gardens already regretting his decision to get up so early. On the one hand, he'd been able to get all of his shopping out of the way for the weekend leaving him a full day to do whatever the hell he wanted [i]and[/i] he'd been able to get round to his favourite bakery just as it opened to grab himself some super fresh pastries. On the other hand he was groggy as anything and he was carrying a small bag of dead mice to feed to Flumpykins. A bag he'd dropped once on the commute back and gotten a few strange looks for his troubles.

As he approached the doors leading into the main reception area of the apartments he saw Alex playing his guitar, he was kind of like the apartments very own cockerel. Or, whatever wakes up the real cockerel which at this point in time seemed to be the rather loud noise of Doris' cheesy workout tapes. Rucks shook his head as he walked inside, that was something he'd have to put up with for what? The next half an hour maybe if she'd just started? Hopefully less. 

Thinking about it, the mail for the day had probably arrived at this point, so Rucks opted to check it. Walking over to the small coloured box that he called his own, he fished out the key to open it. The contents were lacklustre, just as they were everyday. The only real change was a letter with striking text written onto the envelope "Brother Rucks! Exciting opportunity inside". A faint smile made it's way onto Rucks' face as he tossed the letter into the dustbin he'd thought that junk mail had been all but forgotten in the days of the internet. But it appeared not; he locked the postbox, turned around and started making his way back to his apartment, today was going to be a good day. He could feel it.