Meanwhile...
Paul Dryden lifted his head off his desk and ran his fingers through his hair as if to shake off some mental cobwebs. He thought he had heard some people though he couldn't be sure if it had just been a dream. He looked over at an emergency radio in the corner of his office that was silent and probably broken.
"Ok, I think I've spent enough time pickling myself in scotch...I'm going to have to deal with this out there."
Dryden packed up his things in his leather satchel and flung it over his shoulder. Walking to the door, he pulled down the bookshelf and the other implements he had used to block the door and headed outside to the hallway, listening intently for anyone.
Paul Dryden lifted his head off his desk and ran his fingers through his hair as if to shake off some mental cobwebs. He thought he had heard some people though he couldn't be sure if it had just been a dream. He looked over at an emergency radio in the corner of his office that was silent and probably broken.
"Ok, I think I've spent enough time pickling myself in scotch...I'm going to have to deal with this out there."
Dryden packed up his things in his leather satchel and flung it over his shoulder. Walking to the door, he pulled down the bookshelf and the other implements he had used to block the door and headed outside to the hallway, listening intently for anyone.