Tim quickly tried to salvage her perspective on the matter and what all tabs he did still keep on his father. “The seminar was still in town though. It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t be at home right now. As soon as he wakes up, he’ll get it. It’s just…”

“Tired after a full day? He’ll wake up when his alarm gets him ready for the last day of the seminar. Which might be a little late for him then to drop everything to drive over here.”

Tim chuckled. “Well, yeah. It’s why I’m up in the middle of the night trying to get someone to do something.”

“And you can’t do something?”

“Again. What? What I can do is try to convince Heherson to stop, right? So I went to get the person I thought could best accomplish that. I’m not trying to make your life more difficult, Irish. I’m trying to make sure you can even have that meeting of yours tomorrow.”

Irish bit her lower lip. “Oh, fine. I will talk to him about it.”

Neither of them moved. She messed with his button some more, obviously wanting to grab a needle and get to work on it, but there was no longer time for that. Tim sipped the rest of his chocolate down. “Thanks.”

“Promise me?”

“Hm?”

Irish finally looked back at him, scowling once more. “To come with me. I’ll talk to him, but I’m not going over to his place alone. Come on Tim, the man has started to summon a horde of the dead! Why would I go alone?”

“Eh.” Tim shrugged. “Well, you’re the one with a car. Leave the button be for now, Irish. Go get dressed.”

With a sigh, she left his coat on the table and returned to her bedroom. Tim stood back up and washed out his mug. Well, this had gone as well as he could have expected it too. With the pressure mainly off of him, Tim felt much more confident that the next day would have significantly less zombies in it than it had the potential earlier this evening to have. With that load off his mind, he waited patiently for Irish to get dressed. They got into her car and she drove them both to Heherson’s house.