Its been three weeks since he worked at the Rig. Three weeks since he gotten into that fight with Barl and gotten fired. You told him to stop worrying and look for another job that's at home. He knows that you worry for him out in those ocean waters for months at a time. But it was his peaceful place where he can fully relax. An memory he shared with his mother before she passed. He remembered the stories, tales, drawing and pantings she made for him of her time being on the Rig. It was the only thing he had left of her. Only if Barl didn't say anything about his mother, he would be working now. Everyone knew she was murder by his father, but with no proof...who would the court believe?

Sitting in bed, staring at the ceiling as the window reflected the snow from outside onto the roof. The small particular shapes of the snow falling, hearing his daughters playing in it. He was at peace but not fully there. He couldn't be the man you loved and married if he's at home or always being out of a job. He looked at the door as it opened, seeing you there.

"I have to go back, my love. And no, i dont want the job your brother have lined for me."