The past few days had been challenging for the both of them. Alan’s attacks had been interfering with his work. As much as he hadn’t wanted it to show, Eric had noticed rather immediately that he was tired and irritable – and how couldn’t he be? Dying was an exhausting thing.

But Eric still worried about him. And he definitely wasn’t going to allow him to work on the field when his attacks were worsening. He approached Alan’s desk and cleared his throat. “Alan, glad I caught ye. Listen, there’s been a change in yer schedule."