03 ✝ [video; laptop computer - morning]

[dancingonapin]

[Coming over the video feed is a rather concerned Dr. Francis Fell who, while not looking any worse for the wear in a physical way, seems considerably freaked out.]

I think all of this is starting to get to me. The talking animals, the physically morphing people, these weird pulses and all of the oddities that go with them, actual government conspiracies, and now weird lights appearing in the sky related to some mystical garbage I can't even begin to comprehend? On top of the stress built up from unrelated dangerous incidents that have happened to me these past few months.

Thanks to those damn lights, I had another pulse, a strong one, and now I can't sleep. Or rather, I don't want to sleep. Or rather, I've found that if I try to go to sleep I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not allowed to sleep or shouldn't be sleeping caused undoubtedly by some odd paranoia and sense of duty to remain vigilant in these trying times.

The first two days I started feeling this, I managed to force about three hours of sleep each night. It is now seven in the morning and I have not slept for five days straight, and somehow I am able to function perfectly fine as though I have been getting my eight hours. I think this is actually scaring me more than if I was dead tired and turning into a zombie.

I think I need to see a doctor?

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[dancingonapin]

It is good to meet another Briton, it's been a while since the last time I've met with one. Hell, it's been a while since I've met with someone who knows how to appreciate a good cup of tea. I'll see you later tonight, then.

[And with the house call scheduled, Francis politely shuts off the feed with a wave goodbye.

Hours and hours later, after classes are done, when he's comfortably back in his apartment, Francis is bustling around the house making some strong tea for the doctor's arrival. He's glad that his house is still mostly tidy, aside from some scattered papers and piles of books he's left lying about. It wasn't a slobby messy, but an organized and well-educated kind of messy; the tolerable kind, in his opinion.

On the small television set in the living room, the news is left on, giving the latest updates on all the odd local happenings. While the pot of tea is left to steep, Francis is watching it intently, brows furrowed into massive worry. He wishes he could just sleep all of this stress off...]

[dododo]

[ When evening comes, he realises they didn't even specify a time, but he has a pretty good idea of a teacher's schedule, and then there's the fact that he prefers not going out too late. Thus, he arrives at Francis's door at 7 PM, and rings the doorbell. ]

[dancingonapin]

[Luckily, Francis didn't have any of his late night classes this time around! He jumps a little at the sound of the doorbell, getting broken out of his intense focus as he looks back towards the front door.]

Oh, right, right, coming!

[Leaving the television on, though turning it down to a lower volume, Francis heads over to the front door and opens it wide, giving John a tired smile. The most tired smile he can muster, anyway, without actually feeling tired at all.]

It's good to see you, doctor. Come on in, I already have a pot brewing.

[dododo]

Ah, good timing!

[ Of both of them.

He happily steps inside into the warmth, and starts taking his coat off. It's not actually as thick and fury as on that icon at all. ]

[dancingonapin]

[Francis is polite enough, and takes his coat from him, hanging it on a nearby wall-mounted coat rack by the front door, next to the bundled assortments of coats, scarves, and the occasional hat that Francis kept on there. There was only one hook he had left available, for the rare guest's coat.

The apartment itself has bookshelves on almost every wall. Tall ones too, and all of them stuffed with books of literature, books of prophecy, books of prayer and the occult, with only the occasional knick-knack. Even the coffee table has books on it.

As he moves through the living room towards the kitchen, he gestures to his small television on its short stand. The thing seems old, and looks like it must have been pretty cheap.]

I was just watching the news. Never had a television in my flat in Manchester, I like keeping it on when I'm home. Horrible things happening, though... not that they usually aren't.

Did you bring some kind of doctor's bag with you?

[dododo]

I did, yes. It's in my coat.

[ Massive pockets for the win.

He'll just have a look at some of the titles on all those shelves. Another book person. He can always appreciate that. ]

Anything interesting?

[dancingonapin]

Oh, my...

[Francis glances at the coat. What a heavy thing it was.

He pours the hot tea into two mugs for the both of them, and sets both mugs on the coffee table, bringing the tea pot to rest on the table as well. There's also plenty of cream and sugar.]

Oh, you mean my collection? Well, I'd like to think so. Most of it is books on theology, but I have one or two shelves of miscellaneous works of fiction... Mostly comedy.

[He gives John a grin.]

This lack of sleep might at least help me catch up on all of my reading, at least.

[dododo]

You're going to make me envy you.

[ Although, honestly, it's too late. Many times has he thought about how much time he'd have to read if he didn't have to sleep so much. Woe. ]

[dancingonapin]

[Francis chuckles a little and just shrugs.]

Not the most conventional way to put more time into my schedule... I'm sure time dilation would've been much more useful than what I ended up with. Really, you shouldn't envy me until we know for sure that the lack of sleep isn't killing me, doctor. Speaking of which, is there anything you need to know about me to help with your assessment?

[dododo]

[ He moves over to the coffee table to prepare his tea while he thinks. It probably is an Echo and thus a bit of a special situation, but ... ]

Have you had problems sleeping before?