Back from my Holidays partial make up post

About half the way there, he managed to swap sides to give his arm some rest before continuing the laborious trip back to his vehicle. The old man had sort of become more aware of his surroundings at some point and tried to walk but was so unsteady on his feet that hobbling along half-leaning on Jason proved to be the best method of locomotion they could manage along the wet and dismal streets.

At one point, some people came hurrying along the street, sheltering under a couple of umbrellas, but they studiously ignored Jason and his burden while passing by like ships in a stormy sea. The sleety rain finally started to ease off a little, just as they reached the underground car park entrance, of course! Jason had considered trying to continue on toward the shelter he knew was not too much further, but it was now so late in the evening, and he was feeling so tired, wet, and worn out that he decided to get home and worry about what to do with the old man in the morning.

The descent into the car park was surprisingly much harder than the slogging along the wet footpath, but once on the flat, the going proved much easier, and they soon reached his car. Jason manhandled the semi-conscious oldster into his old Mustang, and from that point, it wasn’t long before he was on the freeway headed home. The old man seemed to pass out once more as soon as Jason had positioned him in the passenger seat. He didn’t even try and get the seat belt on the fellow, and he had to give the old man a good shake to get him moving when they arrived back at Jason’s house. Well, his parent’s house, but it was his home.

With his parents away overseas and his sister at college, he had the place to himself and, after some careful maneuvering, managed to get the fellow onto the lounge in the family room at the back of the ground floor from which a door connected to the garage. The house was still warm from the central heating, which Jason adjusted back up a little after he had positioned the old man on the sofa there. By the time he came back from the heater controls, the oldster was sound asleep, snoring a little and looking very old and frail. Jason was so exhausted he gave up worrying about leaving the fellow alone in the house and retired to his room upstairs. A quick change into pajamas, a visit to the john after which he collapsed into bed and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. He awoke in the morning, and for a moment or two, he lay there still half asleep, but the call of nature soon had him up and into the bathroom. There he remembered his unwanted guest while doing the necessary and moved downstairs warily, in case his good deed was going to be punished. The old man was lying on the couch, seemingly still out of it, so Jason left him for the moment and headed into the kitchen to make coffee and think about breakfast. It was already light outside, but the sun was still not fully up in the now cleared skies that he could see out the back window, and looking at the clock on the microwave, it informed him that the time was a little after six. Ugg. He briefly thought about going back to bed, but as a rule, he was one of those people who, once he woke up, really woke up. Besides, he had the old man to worry about, and he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, regardless, he suspected, with a stranger in the house.