It wasn't until the sun rose high above the rooftops that Mitchell and Annie dared to look inside the house again. And honestly, opening the door whilst holding a television was somewhat harder than Mitchell had envisaged: it took a lot of jostling, and one helping ghostly hand to get it right.
The door fell open quietly. Mitchell stuck his head through it, and sucked in a breath he didn't need.
Their living room looked like someone had rigged it with a few live explosives and then had a party in it. There was no more sight of the sofa, or a good chunk of the rest of the furniture. Instead, there was a tell-tale pile of shreds and fuzz piled up near the corners of the room.
In the midst of it, covered by a few pieces of old sofa fluff, was George. Naked, curled up like a puppy dog, and snoring.
Mitchell used that unnecessary breath for a good sigh. "Come on," he said, and headed to the kitchen to find a broom.
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( Take a look at my body, look at my hands, there's so much here that I don't understand... )[[ part 3 of 3. Taken from Being Human episode 1x01, NFB, NFI and OOC-okay! ]]
