Stuart Dakin

His day hadn't gone well. Dakin found himself stressed, angry, frustrated. There was madness on the station and his head was hurting. Strange, the night before he'd been up all night drinking and carousing, partying with others. This night he found himself in his room early, wanting to hide. He'd gone to bed early, sleep the only thing he thought that could help the madness.

"Tomorrow is another day," he mumbled as drifted off. It would be. It had to be. He couldn't handle this.