10:45 pm Way too late to work, way too early for a club. It's not like you're in a mood for socialising anyway. It's weird, you've been feeling quite well for last couple of weeks, where did the sudden frustration and general depression came from?

As you knock on the door of his old winnebago you hear the soft tune of his bass go silent for a couple of seconds before you notice him peaking trough the curtains, trying to figure who's bothering him during his usual me time that starts between 6 pm until roughly 4 am. After a moment of silence he knocks back, which is his way of saying 'come in'.

"Hey"

"Hey, luv."

He echoes in a rough tone while still focused on his instrument. You shut the door and start the usual routine which contains making a tea, grabbing whatever food that you kept in his fridge from the night before, putting your headphones on and either start working on your laptop or even better, annoy Murdoc until he threatens you with kicking you out. It's strange really, his winnebago is famous for all the wrong reasons, but since you and Mudz became rather platonically 'close' his personal space has became a certain sanctuary, despite all the odds.