Boxes, stacks of boxes. There was more stuff that he had brought with hi that he could fit into two rooms and the third he'd rather keep empty. City apartments it seemed were smaller and smaller the bigger the city got. Garnett Becher had not wanted to move but his friend had convinced him it was necessary. After it had happened the further away from home the better. Maybe he'd fave up enough to move out into the country where he'd be harmless, until then there was always the the third room. At the moment he sat hunched over a mug of coffee attempting to beat his mind into shape with it after another full moon. His friend, the only one he now had in this city had as always been busy... He sighed pushing the empty mug away from himself and got to his feet opening the fridge and examined the leftover pizza wondering it if was still good to eat. Deciding against taking the chance he instead pulled out bread and pushed it into the toaster and pulled the pan out of the sink, wiping it out and putting it on the stove. Best thing about full moon: no work, one of the worst: waking up feeling like he hadn't eaten in weeks. Him cooking up more than he could eat in one sitting was becoming normal on days like this, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.