Anakin's House, Tuesday morning

It was weirdly quiet at home without Rory, Juliet, Christopher or Vladdie. Anakin, in a habit born out of a decade's marriage, kept making too much coffee and was now stuck drinking yesterday's muddy dregs rather than chancing a run to the store when he ran out of grounds.

He wandered through the house, cleaning up toys (always toys) and updating his list of those taken as he listened to the radio broadcast--so far a lot of teachers, but not too many students. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He'd hoped they hired people competent enough to not keep falling in holes.

Anakin had not seen one of the holes, no.

He did a check of his food supplies (with Rory's allergy to most things healthy and perishable, they were still good) and glanced out his window, wondering if he should chance a run over to the school.

[OOC: Expecting one but open for calls, visitors, astral projections...]