"Life is for the living, but I'm technically not alive hence I shouldn't be living..." I muttered to myself out of boredom, the random thought of realisation a usual thing in my brain. I stared at the gently moving river in front of me, the bank softly frozen over in some areas. Out of boredom, I flicked the reflection of my face in the water causing ripples to temporarily obscure the view of myself that I could see. I sighed as I tore my gaze away, focusing on the horizon in front of me instead of the flowing lake. An endless field of grass stretching out far. The grass softly waved in the chilled wind as fresh dew glistened in the distant rising sun. I tugged my denim jacket over my shoulders more out of habit, the dew droplets on the grass around me rather frozen, or the grass burnt. Several servers' alternating control of a main body tends to cause some colliding of powers to the main body. I laid back against the grass, my legs still crossed to not get soaked by the lake's clear water, filled with all sorts of things I'd rather not think of. The faint tick of the clock echoed in my ears, I brushed it off with a huff. Shutting my eyes as I indulged in the temporary peace I was given, the short bask of warmth before my natural temperature creeps its way back into every limb. I enjoy these moments. I enjoy them quite a lot. The silence, the peace, it's relaxing in a way I never usually am. But the dreaded fear of those who harmed me, stress, and the weight of my work settled back on my shoulders. Clamping my hands over my face, I tried to bask in the temporary relief from the world to no avail.

Usually, while I'm in my office, I've already completed my work. Just checking for any possible movies with my agents and writing scripts no one would ever see, or drawing on the edges of my paperwork out of boredom. And... the other thing I picked up on back in 1881 and haven't been fully able to drop since. But this doesn't mean that I can't have a moment's escape from my comfort zone to bask in the glorious light rays of the rising sun like a cold-blooded animal. Aeor, I do ramble, don't I? No wonder Charlie zones out while I'm talking, I do go on a tangent... a waffle even. Oh, Aeor, that was stupid...

Whatever. What's done is done. I sighed as I pushed myself back up, sitting once more in the dampened field from last night's rain.

No.
Don't give in to the temptation.
You promised Owen you wouldn't.
Not since he found you doing last month years after you said you'd quit.

I said I quit.
Why did I?
I can't quit it.
It curses the pain and boredom.

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That is a common mantra for me, isn't it?
It's also something said in BBC Sherlock.
I steal quotes all the time.

Okay. Shut up and get back to the house on time. Owen will be worried if I'm gone too long- I say as if he's not used to my disappearances...