The late hours of the night were an unpredictable thing. Would Doug be working on the show, or would he be in bed? Would he be eating dinner, or would he be knocked out on the floor of his office. It was always hard to tell.

He clicked and clacked and wrote, and wrote, and wrote—

To no end.

His partner thought it was ridiculous, but he thought, no, knew it was going to work out. Doug would both strike it rich, and would finally be able to marry his partner and get them that house out on the Cape.

He was so sure of it— Aaaand, he dozed off, being awoken by his partner clicking on the lights to his office.

He yelped before looking over at them with a tired look. "Jeez, give a guy a warning..." He laughed before breaking into a yawn.