Control

Jordan what's really your problem?" Blake asked for the umpteenth time that after noon.

"Why are you so quiet? Since when don't you have anything to say and what's with the morning disappearance?" He went on as he followed Jordan around the kitchen counter. Jordan once again paid no attention to his rumbling.

Margot walked Ina a short while after Blake had given up. He was pulling his hair out while staring at Jordan who was looking at the oven with a far away look on his eyes. Margot took a moment to wonder what had him so down but chose not to question it because of her own guilt.

"Why is every one still here?"

All but one turned to see Felix strolled in with a yawn. He nodded at Blake on his way to the fridge and grabbed himself another carton of milk.

"Shouldn't we be?" Blake wondered , " the real question should be why so much milk?"

Felix shrugged, " Not sure."