(Sorry it took so long to post but here it is!!!)

Ezekiel was inside the lobby, sitting down in a chair, putting some tobacco into his pipe and litting it up with his lucky brass lighter while watching Phantom soring asleep on the couch beside him.

“Can’t believe I’m babysitting while I wait for Shay to come back.” Said Ezekiel after he inhaled his smoke pipe and exhaled afterwards. I wonder if Shay doing Ok?”

Ezekiel tap his left foot on the floor rapidly, impatiently waiting for Shay to walk down the corridor. Shay told him that she going to having a talk with Dustcloat, about Phantom untreated health condition and the  pressure he is for the past week. Ezekiel can blame them her for stepping up for a friend in need, an arrogant one anyway. But Ezekiel was also abit upset that his date plan has change now that Phantom was now on board for lunch. It was suppose to be just the two of them alone together so that he could confess to her how much he-…

“No, no, no….” Muttered Phantom still asleep, moved his hands up onto his head, gripping his hair tight and started breathing deeply.

“Hrrr… Great, now he’s acting like a kid.” Sigh Ezekiel, leans over and shooked his shoulder. “Hey Phant! Your good?”

Then Phantom sprung up and pulled out his knife. In a combat pose, he faced Ezekiel,who put his hands in the air. As Phantom realised it was him, he lowered the knife and exhaled.

“Blimey! You gave me a jump there, mate.” Said Phantom spinning around his knife in his hand and puts it back in one of his hostlers. “What time is it? Also, where are we?”

“You’re welcome for getting you out of your nightmare, ” said Ezekiel sarcastically, lowering his hands. “It is 11:45 a.m., and we’re in the lobby of our headquarters. You have been out for quite awhile.”

“11:45? How long was I’m out for? And how did I even get here?”

“Easy, man. You’re going to pass out if you keep asking questions.” Ezekiel avoided answering Phantom’s question because he knew it would make him ask more questions. He than opens up his flask, drinks a sip of it and offers what little is left in it to Phantom.

“No thanks. That stuff would kill me faster, then this company already is.” Groan Phantom waved his hand at him as a sign to say no while resting his head on his other hand.

“Suit yourself.” Strugs Ezekiel, drinking what little left in his flask and sighs calmly. He faces back at the hallway, hoping to spot Shay walking down it, but she still isn’t there.