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Not long after Alex Linus had departed from the island, the hut started falling slightly into disrepair. It wasn't a bad place to live, all things considered— neither Sawyer nor Hurley were particularly messy people, but neither were they the neatest guys around, and without a young woman around to provide extra incentive to tidy up, the hut had accumulated some clutter. Beds were left unmade. Doors held ajar. But as far as Sawyer was concerned, he had more important things to spend his time on, like catching up on sleep so that he could do his very best when patrolling as part of the IPD, or so that he wouldn't start drifting off in the middle of his radio show. Or even so that he could trudge on over to the kitchen whenever Hurley was cooking, sure to find something good roasting on the stove.

Being gone so much of the time, he hadn't even imagined that there would be a need to keep something out.

The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon when Sawyer heard a rustling, sounding like it was coming from the common room. Groaning, he buried his face in his pillow, trying to pull his sheets over his shoulders and coax himself back to sleep, but the racket continued.

"Hugo," he called out, voice heavy with sleep. "Y'mind keepin' it down?"