When Neal got out of the shower, he eyed the still black shade of the sky. If his father hadn't heard his nightmare and come to check on him by now, he wouldn't. Probably best to go back to sleep. ::I won't get into trouble if I look at the mail before him. Probably will anyway. Da is so spacey sometimes:: Neal flopped onto his bed, landing face first into a pillow. Considering he was in his second year of college, he didn't need to live at home. The reality was, both he and his father craved the closeness though and Neal didn't think he could be cruel enough to his father alone after his mother...

He shook the thoughts away. ::At least you can work. I'll keep chatting if I won't distract you today::