Fixing holes

With Rick gone, you ponder what to do next.

"Well, that was a false alarm," says Albert, still looking a little dumbfounded over the events. "I was sure that that was something demonic. Even if it wasn't the one we were looking for. No offense."

"Well, I thought it was me too, so, not like I didn't set you off." You say, and look at the hole in the floor. "And we really should have been helping Fred with the hole," you add, still feeling guilty.

"We can fix that issue though," says Albert, "Fred, take a load off, we'll finish this up for you."

"Really?" says Fred, his mood finally lifting since you came in.

"Yeah, it's your house, we wrecked it, we fix it," he says.

***

The rest of the day, you and Albert work on fixing the floor. You find your strength is on par with Albert's at least as you have no trouble keeping up with him despite a vast difference in size, and soon the hole is mended, short of sealing it.

"Phew, bit of an extra workout," says Albert, whipping sweat from his brow as you finish. You feel fine. "Fred, what do you think. Fred takes a look, and nods his approval. "Great, I guess now we can focus on finding that Demon?" he says, then shudders a bit. "Actually, not looking forward to that," he confesses.

"I think we've earned a nights rest first," says Albert, "And a good meal." he adds, walking to the fridge and pulling out a protein shake, and drinking it down.

"I think I'm good with a burger, thank you," says Fred, pulling out leftovers and sticking them in the microwave.

You watch, knowing your food days are over again. You feel upset about it, but know there no way around it, so try to make due. Though now, you feel something nagging in the back of your mind, but you can't put your finger quite on it...

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