It had been a rather quiet week for Leroy Jacobs. His wife was off visiting her parents, and he had the entire apartment to himself. Work itself was also fairly calm, with only one major issue that wasn’t even under his jurisdiction. Now if only he could get this stupid console to get it’s readings right. For some reason, the data was completely matching corresponding metrics from almost an hour ago, which was extremely strange as there was usually at least some difference between even the closest points of data. He gave the console a small kick before wincing in pain, hopefully he could get a second opinion of this event, as hopefully it was just a collection error, and not something more serious that would require major repairs.

Mr. Snuggles (GM)