Jigsaw Chapter 3e

Dean jumped a foot in the air when the office door was unlocked with a loud click.

"Hell I forgot you were in here." Dr. Stan Wood came in and took a cigarette out of a packet. "I almost put the lights out on you."

"Sorry Stan, I lost track of time." Dean began to put the reports and files away. It was half past midnight! "Please tell me Trevor hasn't lurched his way back in."

"No not tonight. I'm sorry about that Dean. To be honest with you, that was more me copping out. I was busy with Tara Fielding, she had a really bad night. I simply couldn't be arsed with going to fight on with him." Stan apologised. "Vitamins and the long walk?"

"Just the long walk. He doesn't like me very much." Dean smiled.

"Can't put one over on you, you mean. What you doing anyway?" Stan looked at the files on the table.

"Just study notes. I'm preparing for my Advanced band next year." Dean answered.

"Next year? Organised or what! I just dragged two from the top drawer about three weeks before the papers were due in." Stan laughed.

"Well I'm just poking around for now." Dean put the folders back in the cabinet.

"Take my advice, go for that cabinet over there, top drawer." Stan nodded.

"I'll remember that. Anyway I'm off back to my pit. I need food and I need sleep. You never know, Trev may be having a late night out clubbing. There's time yet." Dean laughed.

"Not even in jest Dean, not even in jest."