The drive home from a 18 hour shift was even more tiring.

Radio chatter plays lightly as he drives through the dark streets of L.A. A few condos still have their lights on but not many.

Eddie pulls into a gas station. He walks in grabbing a crappy gas station coffee and a chocolate bar for when he sees Chris next. He leaves as fast he came.

He drives into the quiet suburbs of where he lives. He parks and walks instead dumping off his work boots and walking inside the dark house. The smell of lavender and cinnamon hits him as walks deeper into the house.