Alone at last, Owen had just got in from West Virginia. He was thinking what to say and how to present himself to his new boss tomorrow morning. Alarm clock had been set to nine o clock am and he must not feel too nervous or he'll lose his nerve, probably fall flat on his face right before he steps into the man's office. It's his first time on the team of Physicians, he was practicing in front of a small mirror above the chestnut dresser with a television on top and several empty drawers.

His belongings set on the large, single bed that was still uncovered. It's been a little while since he got in from the airport. The Creole, French and some of the other ethnic groups was said to live around this area from what he learned much about New Orleans just never been in it other than few other landmarks. He keeps in touch with his family, especially his dad who keeps working even if his mother's death took his toll on his psyche. His father was a strong man who taught him so much, if it wasn't for him, Owen may have crumbled everytime someone spoke his mother's name aloud. Times have changed to the innocent, shy boy to the more get down to business type of guy.

Bed was soon, his eyes drooped some but stood up to drink some of the cognac he ordered from a local pub around here. Drink a little then watch some tube, something he didn't have time for but every so often the news, MtV, VH1, or some good movies he stuck to including some old Macgyver or Matlock.

Pouring himself a first batch of the stuff, the strong liquid filled his sensitive nostrils before sniffing the contents then downed it as if it was nothing. Slamming the glass down he filled up a second one to welcome himself home, New Orleans style that is. Tilting his head back downing it again, then put the cork back on the bottle before soberness desolved. Couldn't afford to have a hangover when he walks into the boss's office now can't he?


Sighing softly, he stood on his feet and heading to the bathroom to turn the shower nozzles on full blast. The water rushing down like a huge waterfall, not counting on anyone knocking on his door at eleven something at night. Pulling his shirt, pants, and shoes off he stepped in then began washing his naked body. His hair damp and wet, body glistened as the beaded liquid continued cascading down his flesh.


Tomorrow, along with a map in hand, he'll present himself in a proper fashion. Practice makes perfect in these times. He was starting to get one of those moths, butterflies was an understatement.