MCA #8, Friday Morning

Tim wasn't exactly a four star chef, but he did know how to cook a few things. And one of those things was breakfast.

Down the hall, the shower was still running. He supposed he wasn't surprised. The afterlife his father had gone to didn't have showers.

"Good thing I never got a new roommate I guess." he mused. "Meant I had an extra room."

He still wasn't sure if he should call his mother or not.

[For one in particular, but open.]