～Furry Island Paradise～

[johalt]

Eventually John was back inside, lying on the couch in his living room, flipping through the tv channels. "over 900 channels... And still nothing worth watching." he mused to himself. He looked for a sec to the cross that hung above the tv set, with the words "Requiescat in Pace" written across the crossbar. It was a memento he had made to all the people he had lost, both from when he was a doctor for the army, and those he had lost more recently during what he considered his more "normal" life. "Sleep well, guys. You deserve it."

Soon he got up and shut off the tv. "Well, I guess I had better get some of those rooms set up then; on the off chance somebody actually does answer the ad." he said to himself. He started with the one more "upstairs"; it was closer to the balcony, and it had a skylight. After he had finished setting up that room, he headed towards the room that was at a slightly lower level; this one was closer to the kitchen and bar, and even had a little mini-fridge for snacks. Both had queen sized beds, and plenty of room for whatever was needed. John then decided to make the place a little more "organized"; he hated this with a passion, but he had heard it attracted people more than a chaotic living space, so he went with it. After he had finished, he went back to flipping through the tv channels, in an almost vain attempt to find something half decent.