<div class="floatright">(http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk320/Dark_Cresent/paul_walker007b-1-1.jpg) (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/11025?message=true)</div>Jason took a deep breath as he turned the corner, heading down the last road that would lead home. His eyes were already straining, and his back was tight and achy from the 12 hours of stop and go driving; that and the 600 pound cardiac case he had lift off the ground. It had just been a bang up day, it seemed like so many things had gone wrong even though he knew it could have all been much worse. His fingers twitched lightly on the steering wheel, but he forced his eyes to clear from the tunnel vision creeping up just in time to see the house down the street.<br/><br/><em>Finally getting home.</em>Jason thought as he turned the car on into the drive, just slinking up toward the garage as he clicked the button on the key for it to open. He pulled on inside it, and let the automatic door shut behind him as he killed the engine. He was still aching, and was now thinking about the lights that were still on in the house despite how late it was.<em>It's getting close to midnight, what is she doing awake?"</em>He wondered as he grabbed his pack, and groaned lightly while sliding from the seat of the car. Once outside he shut the car door, and walked on inside the house from the garage entrance that lead to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Jason walked in to see the back of Elizabeth as she sat at the counter in her pink robe. He sighed when he seen her drinking wine, but gave a small smile when she looked toward him.<strong>"Hey, sweetie. Everything alright?"</strong>He asked as he walked through the kitchen to set his pack on a rack he'd made in the kitchen for such things. After securing the strap of the pack on the rail, he turned toward her with a tilt of his head. He had to admire the black underwear she was wearing, he hadn't noticed she'd put on something so showy under the robe. He was wondering if that was supposed to be a treat for him or not.