Cosmos forgot all about eating. It was pushing eleven o’clock when he finally felt the uncomfortable rumbling of his stomach. He was analyzing the data from the portal and still didn’t have a clue how it could have bent time and space to such a degree.
Pushing his chair back from the computer console, he stood and stretched. He needed some coffee and maybe he would grab some of the chicken Tink bought. He walked up to his second-floor living area and made a pot of coffee.
While it was brewing he decided he needed a shower. Maybe he would take a break and go see Tink at the bar. He could listen to her and the band for a while and walk home with her.
After a quick shower Cosmos pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. Grabbing a piece of cold chicken out of the refrigerator, he poured himself a cup
