<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Baker family house<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Rob, open<br/><hr/>"Don't worry about it. I was awake anyways.  There'll be plenty of time to sleep when I'm dead." Rob might not be entirely surprised by that comment. Al has a grim sense of humor; his favorite form of humor, in fact, is gallows.  He typically avoids being too morbid, though.<br/><br/>"I know lots about bad dreams.  It's why I tell sleep to sod off."  He chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I actually woke up not too long ago from one. It's weird. Weird all around, too." He shrugged his shoulders, more out of an impulse or nervous tic than any sort of body language that would clearly be lost over the phone. "Want to share yours? Or you want some jokes?" Because hey, laughter fixes everything, right?<br/><br/>Al was a bit like Rob, it's probably why they got along. Al, too, was a solitary individual. He didn't particularly like to talk to people, either. But, right here, right now, he'd be glad for a bit of distraction, himself.