A bright and shining morning!

John woke up having made it to her bed at some point during the night. She dressed in her PT gear and headed out the garage door, stopping to fulfill her daily routine of feeding the animals breakfast before she snapped to reality again and realized… There was another animal in her house that would need to eat soon.

Her heart pounded. Stomach nearly flipped. Mind shooting images of him beneath her with the firelight dancing with shadows around them. They had done their own little tango dance of bear sized proportions.

Whiskey Tango muzzled her hair as if he knew his name was amongst the thoughts. “Hey, big boy, momma may have a new dance partner for when she is not in the pasture with you.” He snorted and shook his mane dramatically. “Oh that’s right. Horses do not like bears, hmm? What do you say we introduce him to the real dance floors today? Will you be a good boy for momma?” He met her outstretched hands, stepping into her kiss on his velvety nose.

John was not sure what exactly she had planned but it was forming somewhere in the abyss of her processors and she had a feeling it would all work out. So she plugged in her headphones to the PT Playlist and took off down the trails and up the bluff. When she arrived at the top, less than a half hour later, the sun was coming up from the east. She normally took the time to remember those that had fallen. To thank the hosts of angels and their Father for guiding her home again. Some days it was admittedly a self-pity party but most days now she found it her time to take one more step towards moving on.

John took the hour to herself at the bluff peak. On a normal day she would have done yoga or a form to key into herself her own expectations. Yet today she sat on a boulder with no expectations at all. All she wanted was to empty her thought trough yet her mind drifted from one place to the next until at last - she snapped out of it and knew what to do. Just let it be. The familiar Beetle's song hummed in her vocal box as she set off back home to feed the last pet.

Upon arrival, John discovered a bear hibernating in her guest bedroom and so she let him sleep. A shower, drink, and two hours of work later- John's phone went off with a message asking where she was. "In my office" she replied through the text message. "But idk where your office is?" was the response.

John chuckled quietly to herself before replying with a taunt of finding her soon.

Doe was fully prepared to go on the prowl for his breakfast but he also hesitated slightly with the thought of snooping around her house. The first place he went was upstairs, having already looked for her car and outside, the kitchen found warm but uninhabited. He reached the landing and found that the door was locked. Then, tried to quietly return down the stairs while wondering why she locked her door. He discovered the laundry room and found it empty as well. And he took the moment of curiosity into his grasp heading for the room across from his own- he had his suspicions but wanted to be certain. The door opened easily, the room was neatly organized. One of the closet doors open revealing small boy's clothes. A jersey was laid out on the bed with shorts, socks and shin guards. The cleats had obviously been kicked off in the room. One left stepping on the heel of the other. Dried grass clinging to the soles. He closed the door and went back across the living room to the left of the stairs where he had noticed a hallway.

The first door on the left turned out to be Bo's office. The drawing and sketching stations bare, walls covered in boldly framed designs by his truly, the walls themselves painted with bold images. And a wall of shelves housing books on art and paintings with several large binders on one row. Doe was starting to not like this game of searching for John. But alas he moved to the next door and found her inside at the computer on her desk. He hesitated briefly to cross the threshold of what seemed like a universe of its own.

Doe gazed longingly towards the figure behind the desk and determined he could enter the room if at least to lay eyes on more. John had a sexy librarian/secretary look about her with her red hair pulled up in a messy bun and black framed glasses sliding down the end of her nose. Her black satin shirt was unbuttoned at the top, flashing glimpses of the lacy red bra beneath. She peered over the top of her glasses at him with a mischievous grin. "Have a seat, lad," came the command. Doe sat down in one of the leather chairs, eyes eating her up as he considered his morning wood that he hoped to spend well.

Sitting down had the disadvantage of losing sight of the red bra but he could still see her cleavage, the slight curvature of each breast. He lost track of time not wanting to disturb her. The drumming of keys insinuated she was working on something that needed at least more focus than he could have mustered up with her in the room.