<strong>Will</strong><br/><br/>Will rolled out of bed like a zombie more or less. His sleep had been mostly restless as he was not having the best of dreams, he could not remember them all too clearly but he knew that they had all been bad more or less. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and did not really like what he saw, he looked tired, worn out, and like he was at least like five years older than he really was. He stood up and went into the bathroom and did his morning routine of becoming a normal human being.<br/><br/>Once he was done with that, he walked across his living room in his boxers as he saw the LA Times sitting there on the floor for him. he picked it up and put it under his arms as he directed himself to the dining room. He laid the paper out on the table. That way it would be waiting for him when he had decided to read it during breakfast.<br/><br/>He quickly made himself a very nice egg sandwich, put it on a plate and sat at his table. He ate it slowly, taking small bites out of it as he read over the lines of texts on his newspaper. All of it as usual was more of the same. There was crime, corruption, and death everywhere you went and all of it was of course chronicled in the newspaper.<br/><br/>He put it down as his sandwich disappeared. He picked up his phone, he texted Ali. "Good morning, I hope you are doing better than you were last night." he typed out before he hit send.