#captncook

With a low groan, Walt raised one hand and moved it gently in the universal sign for keep it down; my head’s gonna explode if I don’t have perfect silence. For the longest moment, he didn’t move, didn’t say anything. Then, after fumbling around to retrieve his glasses from where he’d carelessly discarded them the night before, he put them on and sat up, and only then did he venture a slow, bleary look around the room, mouthing, What…?

Stiff, aching joints; a briefcase that was ajar and seemed jammed full of bills; and, most disturbing of all, a gun he didn’t recognize-- All evidence of some kind of disaster he somehow couldn’t remember at all.