Chapitre 137: Chapter 38

Gasping awake I find myself back in my bed, my room in the barracks. The cream wallpaper Hannah and I chose, the hum of the air conditioner and the soft green carpets I chose to remind me of…

"Shit, it happened again."

Sighing I drop my feet on the carpet, there's no sign of the cloak I wore or the baton. I've only got on what I wore underneath it, meaning someone helped me take it off. 

There are several ways last night turned out, but I know I've messed up big time with each one. So in a way it doesn't even matter, I should have known better, what was I thinking even? Go out and fight some crime? 

Fucking brilliant Turner!

Facepalming, I take off the clothes and hop into the shower. If I'm going to be a disappointment I ought to be a clean one at least. It's hot, almost burning but I prefer it that way, it hurts a bunch and all I want to do is step out or turn it off. 

But no, I didn't take the fires but I can take this much at least.