Raylan nodded, worrying his ring again as Tim darted off upstairs and glanced around the house with an uneasy look. Jeff and Athena would be home at some point. No doubt they'd notice. Maybe they wouldn't, maybe he could avoi- Yeah right.

Wringing his hands together, Raylan headed into the kitchen and dug around under a counter. No shine. He moved onto another one and another one, leaving doors open in his wake until he found the last two bottles stashed away.

"I'm gonna havta refill," he muttered to himself as he sunk back onto the floor and popped the cork off, leaning his long and tired limbs against the wood as he stared at the ceiling and listened to the scratching that he wasn't sure was really there. The echoes of everything they'd all been hearing over the last few nights never really left him in the daytime, or at least, it wasn't today.