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As frustrating as it was, writing was Sid's crutch. Even if he only managed a sentence, or a page he ultimately balled up and threw away, it was and outlet. Now all he could do was waiting and wonder if Newt was going to be able to fix his typewriter. He never knew what he had until it was gone, or in that case broken. As many things as he'd lost he should have known better, but no.

Reading through his old manuscripts was never a good distraction, as he never failed to find some minor detail that needed to be changed. He cleaned his duplex, he slept until dark, he did a little weed. After that all he could think of doing to get his mind of things was walk. Since the workout room was too bright, and the jungle was too dangerous, walking around the village would have to suffice.

It was something to do, but his mind was still all over the place.

Sid slowed his pace a little when he saw Tommy step outside. He remembered the long fingers, and the pointed ears, but damn... It seemd like lately everyone ran into was a little less human than the last time he met them. It was disconcerting, even little depressing, but what could he do? Try not to dwell on it, for one thing. He left a respectable enough distance between them... hopefully far enough that his teeth wouldn't make the guy nervous. He could never be sure how people would react.

"Hey, ah..." He tried, but he'd forgotten Tommy's name. He covered for it by plunging ahead. "Good to see you back."

"I'm doing fine," Sid said, his large eyes narrowing. He should have taken into consideration that he'd been normal when he first met the boy boy, but his reaction still stung. It was his turn to sigh as he reined himself in once again."They get to everybody, man."

He idly glanced around. "Guess we're gonna be keeping the same hours..."

"It's just hard to keep the conversation off... Well, you know." He glanced around again. He didn't even want to mention Halloween. The fact he still remembered any of it clearly was sign enough he hadn't been trying hard enough. "I shoulda thought about watching movies late at night before... I tend to get interrupted."

"I drink... now and again." Sid said. That was a laugh, even to him. "Haven't been down the beach bar in a while though. Guess I'd better, what with my supplies running low.... but there's that thing with Annie- the wolf girl. You know about her?"

Just like he said, it seemed impossible to keep from bring up all the unpleasant stuff. He cursed himself for even bringing it up, as it would only mean explaining.

Sid shrugged, causing his back fin to rub uncomfortably against his shirt. Yet another interesting, annoying discovery.

"The transformations broke her," he said simply. "So... yeah, she's like a wild animal. And for all I know she's still out there."

"Interesting view to have..."

There was too much to worry about. So why not just stop? Sid wished it was that easy, and in that moment he envied Tommy.

He scratched the back of his head. He missed his hair, even though he still had all he'd cut off in a box back home. He should have gone back and made the cut a little neater.

"For fun? Mostly I write, and listen to music, and all that..."

Getting drunk and/or stoned fell under 'all that' of course.

"Fiction... Wouldn't know what to write with non, and while I appreciate poetry, I can't write the stuff." His turned his hands up, staring at the fingers... Then his gaze wandered over to Tommy's. It could always be worse.

"Finishing stuff is the hard part. There's this project I need to work on but there's been... ********, I don't even know where to begin, to be honest."

He had no idea why he was pouring his heart out now. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe he just had to tell someone. Billy probably wouldn't be terrible sympathetic.