After the last of the furniture was moved in, Blake was so exhausted, he'd collapsed on the couch that was situated (for now) in Cassandra's new library, thinking he might take a little nap himself.  It turned into a sleep.  His bear-like snores took over what might have been a quiet night.  He couldn't help it sometimes.  They always happened when he was in a deep sleep.  Fortunately they didn't last much past midnight.<br/><br/>It wasn't until close to noon he woke, lifting his head with bleary eyes toward the kitchen, his mind set on tea.  He moved a little sluggishly as he often did in the mornings.  He was not a morning person.  It took him a few minutes to locate a kettle, and whilst it was sitting on the stove, he seated himself at the table and put his head down again, located his mobile phone, and dialed his doctor.  The receptionist who answered introduced herself in a pleasant and official-sounding voice.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Er... hullo, is Dr. Callan available?  ... I see, can you let him know I need to speak with him about my prescription?  ... Aye, Lachelle.  Blake.... tomorrow is fine... thank you."</span><br/><br/>He hardly let the call end before he set it on the table again and leaned back to stretch.  He noted the heavy-looking clouds outside the window and thanked his stars he didn't need to do anything outdoors today.  A black cat was sitting in the planter outside the window, bathing itself and periodically watching Blake with sleepy yellow eyes.  He groaned.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you're another one of that batty woman's bloody furballs I swear on my mum..."</span>he grumbled, peeling his eyes away and tending to the tea.  He dropped a bag into the cup and poured in the water, dunked it a few times and then indulged.  Satisfied, he began to wonder what his wife was up to.  He noted he hadn't seen her since he pulled himself off of the couch.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Cassandra?"</span>he called.  The house seemed a little quiet, but she was much more graceful than he ever was, and could easily move about the house without making a sound.  He always joked with her about her past life as a ninja.