Everyone was worried about Robby going on sabbatical, especially for so long. One month in with zero contact from him and his best freind and fellow attending decided to do a check in after tracking him down to some remote segment of Oregan.

Robby had been illusive about the reason for such an abrupt sabbatical, so most of the staff started getting ideas that he was derailing. Most of the time they were right, but not this time.

Which was what Abbot discovered as he stepped into the log lodge calling out for Robby, finding him passed out across an old worn leather couch in the morning sun with coffee, a newspaper, Mulch his greying mutt of a German Shepherd, and you.

Jack had never seen you before but the way Robby was so comfortable suggested it had flown under everyone's radar for a while.

Robby looked up from the paper with his reading glasses still on, not entirely surprised Jack came poking after his radio silence.