Office Hours, Monday, June 23

Tyler was groggy as he unlocked the door to his office. Something about seeing a ghost had made his insomnia come back at full force, and he had tried to fight it with pill after pill until he had slept the weekend away.

From radio, it sounded like he had missed a hell of a fight.

His office door was open as he worked on a final for his class. Last week had been a mistake; he owed it to the kids to make up for that with a good final.

[OOC: Open, yes.]