22 January, 2009. 10:00PM.

Matt and I are in bed when I hear a siren. He moves to see, and I tell him to lie back down. I look outside, until I see Watham Fire drive by, going away from the school. I tell him, and he goes back to sleep. It’s things like this that I never would have seen myself doing.

I go to my 10:00 class on Thursday, and my 11:00. On my way to my 11:00 class, I see the two patrol cars for BranPo as well as a green car that seems to be the supervisor car parked near Hassenfeld. I panic. It’s unpleasant. The feeling of “Ohshit I hope it’s not a call, he’s sick, I don’t want him to have to go, he should be resting” is not a good feeling to have when one is trying to get through Proofs.

I call at noon to see how Greek went, and I find out that he managed to get a few more hours of sleep, at the expense of not going to class. The rest of his shift in uneventful. No more calls. He clocks out at 5 and after my 5:00 class, I come by and hang out in the lounge while he showers. Our time belongs to us again. Until Saturday.