Hycion

 The alarm blares, cutting through the groggy mind of its master. Thomas opens his eyes, his large hand resting on the alarm, temporarily quieting it, and curses at the time. Rolling out from beneath the covers, he sits on the edge and looks at the wall, hoping it would somehow morph into a hot cup of coffee, a treat he hadn't been able to indulge in since his last doctor's visit.. "Dammit… ah, Carol, get up, we're late." He turns back to the other half of the bed, and is momentarily confused by its emptiness. Carol had already gotten up and failed to wake him as well. "Carol? Why didn't you wake me up?" His call fills the apar