had arrived in Turkey without much of a hitch. His plan tucked neatly away in a folder in his carry on.

would like to go somewhere warm and relaxing.

tidying the house. It was not dirty but it looked disorganized and Ludwig couldn't have that.

[Event] fell asleep at his work space...again.

feeling positively ill. He didn't even have the energy to leave his bed.

had been doing report after report after report....his boss was really piling on the work.

(Event) has gone to the bar...he hated this day.

ha left a message on Elizabeta's answering machine about the tickets. He left a date and time and hopes to see her then.

[Event] is working away in the shop, listening quietly to classical music as he tunes up a robotic arm he had found discarded in the junkyard.

(continued Elizabeta) nods as he spoons in a bit of sugar and stirs it in. "Ah, ja, so, what would you prefer a theatrical play or an opera?"