Is It Done?

Roy wasn't home ten minutes before someone pounded on his door. Ford barced past him when the door seal wheezed open. The room reminiscent of royall's dank, only missing a filthy palet with a loose cloth for bedding and little more than a bucket for relief. And like ford, they saw who they wanted to see. He threw his hands up in sad triumph, celebrating what exactly, he wasn't sure. But either way, i'm going home for dinner. Like i said, we need to talk about it.