When it looks like they can finally breathe again, Daylight begins the long and tedious process of bringing his and Agatha’s house back to normal. It’ll take him the course of several days to do so but the others and him are thinking (and hoping) the pattern will hold and March will be a breather for them all.

He unlocks (most) of the windows and lets fresh air in. He packs away medical supplies and hides them away for Just In Cases and For Emergencies. He tries in vain to unclog the poor coffee machine, the valiant little machine that did its best to look after him and the others.

Daylight can be found walking towards his trashcan with two large trash bags, doubled-bagged to make sure the used medical supplies and tossed away food products doesn’t make that much of a stink. The exhaustion and sleepiness is evident on his face — brow furrowed, eyes threatening to drift close if he’s not focused on his task — but he notices someone seemingly waiting for him at near the mailbox and perks up.

“Hey there!” Give him a sec to throw the trash in the can— “Need something, buddy? I was gonna go and drop by the postal office to start working with them—” What? When did Daylight start doing that? “But looks like you need something. Anything I can do to help?”