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Elijah was to be in need of some kind of brain...thing, bleach, scrub, something. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to go back into that apartment. He got the worst kind of shivers thinking about it. He was going to go to Mitch's, he had cable and silent neighbors. Not to mention there was a cold six pack in the fridge. He put one in before leaving and usually cracked it open after he got home from work. Eli was sure his best friend wouldn't mind if he had one. He'd just have one, that would be enough. After the beer he could go back to job hunting. He hated the job hunting, it was a long arduous process that had no assurance of success. He hated the uncertainty in that. He wanted, needed stable, certain things. He didn't do well without structure or form to lean on. He didn't need a job so much for money, but for sanity. His savings could carry him for a bit, that was something he had been good at, putting side money for a rainy day. He hadn't applied for unemployment, he wanted to make it on his own, as dumb of a decision as that may turn out to be.

He was almost there when he heard the scrape of loose gravel on asphalt and then was jerked into the alley on his right. One need not be psychic in any way to know that this wasn't a good way for his day to go. 

"Cough up your wallet, man."

Elijah's head hit the brick wall behind him, that pain and the fuzzy picture his retinas were sending his brain let him know he wasn't kidding, and this guy meant business. And as his vision cleared, so did his 5 friends. A string of swears passed through his mind. Not a word came out of his mouth as his eyes wired shut, fingers fumbled for his wallet as he tried to keep his cool. The knife brandished by the apparent lead in this little band caught just enough sunlight to reflect it into his eye, he needed to squint, and then his blood turned hot and his eyes closed.

When he opened them he was home. Not Mitch's, or his mother's. His head hurt, and his nightmare bothered him. It was too real, there was blood,and guts,and gore.The thug from the alley and his friends, torn apart by something that wasn't human. Elijah would describe it like Bran Stark seeing through his Dire wolf's eyes on Game of Thrones (Mitch is to blame for that too, he was a fan and talked Elijah into watching it.) He was seeing it, he was doing it, but it was as if he were seeing through someone else eyes. A bad dream, a really bad dream.

He rolled out of bed at the knocking on his door, his head was killing him, as if someone were driving a stake through his skull repeatedly.
After coming to the door, he almost looked out the peep hole that wasn't there. He sure felt smart for that. The banging came again, this time accompanied by a voice, and it was one Eli knew well.

"Eli, man open up." If he banged that meaty fist of his on the door one more time Elijah was gonna kill him.

"Stop beating the damn door, Mitch," he groaned as he undid the lock on the door. He had yet to notice the lack of noise coming from his upstairs neighbors, but it was a good thing they had stopped whatever they were doing. Stoker was not in the mood now. Taking a step back as he opened the door for his buddy he did not even try to hide the tired look on his face.

"Well you look like sunshine and roses." He must have come by here right after work, he was still wearing his scrubs. Stoker found himself a place to sit, moving crap out of the way so Darwin could do the same.

"Happens when someone interrupts my beauty sleep," Elijah quipped. "You not been home?"

"Got a call from your mom to come check on you."

Now he remembered the fiasco that was his try to get a quiet place to sleep and maybe a hot meal at the cost of dil. "I'm fine. Scarred for life but I'm fine."

"Did you catch her with her boyfriend or something?" The glare Eli did more than tell him just how right he was, and he's smart enough to not push it. "So what you wanna do?"

"I don't know, what do you wanna do?"

"what we gonna do?"

"Now don't start that again." It'd been a thing since they were kids, exchanging those lines from the Jungle Book originally said by the vultures. It was just a dorky thing that they did. "But really, what you gonna do?" Elijah shrugged, he didn't have any job interviews lined up, he honestly hadn't tried for a day or two. He just wanted a break.

"I could try pulling a few strings, see if I could get you something."

"Back at the hospital? They kind of already fired me." Elijah was skeptical that they would hire him back, even in a position he would be more qualified for.

"I've got connections that you ain't even heard of, man." Stoker nodded to his friend, he'd take the help he could get.