There had been so much commotion lately that Edwards forgot completley it was winter. Edwards awoke shivering, found that the warmest place in his apartment was the bathroom, and sat for a while in the bathtub. The water was initially warm, but he soon lost track of the temperature of it. It was not cold nor warm, it was just there and he was just in it. Edwards had no interest in getting out, and had no real way to get out, he was under the impression he was a cripple.
Earl decided to get out of the tub and get dressed. When he was done putting on his suit, he got into his wheel chair to wheel over to the pawnsop, Earl had important buisness to attend to. As he went in, he noticed that person he played poker with out for a jog.
Sir Earl Edwards initally pawned some of his books for some new ones, but decided to take the money and put it towards a new pocket watch, Earl's was broken.
As Earl was returning to thallow flats, he decided to leave the wheelchair at the base of the stairs. The elevator took to long, and the stairs were a much quicker option. Nothing exciting ever happened to Earl, and he was content with that. He hadn't touched any of his wine in a while, and felt no need to. Earl was focused on the problematic situation of being crippled. He climbed into bed to await another day, it never came. Earl could not go to sleep this night, he wanted to desperatley but he couldn't. The thought of 8 hours in a dark, dead city was not going to help Earl's current situation. Earl felt a strange chill in the air, it wasn't the normal cold that comes because there is no trace of sunlight. Earl did not know what it was, but he wanted it so badly to be gone he drank himself to sleep.
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