The good doctor moaned internally as his bedroom came into focus. That had been some good scotch… just the thing to help him sleep… He was glad he had popped over to the Gangplank when he heard the sounds of a party. It had been good to see the citizenry in good spirits of all sorts after the usuall time of the plague had passed. A few of his patients who had received the vaccination were there as well. Not a zombie among them. Someone had asked whether he had taken the injection himself to which he replied that of course, he had been the first and that he would not subject anyone to treatments he would not be willing to take himself in similar circumstances. Yes, it was good to feel he had had a positive effect.
It seemed that the scotch had had an effect as well… he yawned as he rolled himself to the edge of the bed.. the bed sqeaked, or at least it sounded like the bed squeaked. the floor seemed closer… or was the bed shorter? Ah well, nothing a cuppa made from those delightful beans from Mondrago would not cure…
Still groggy, he yawned again as he absentmindedly scratched his side… odd, must have slept in his houserobe… it would need a washing… it was feeling a bit, hairy. yawn.
Just then, he caught a wiff of something heavenly. Perhaps there was still a bit of that cheese left from the other night… just the thing… another yawn and off he scurried to see what might be left. Hopefully a bit of the camembert.