Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

Old Habits Never Die

Doc had time to think. It had been weeks since anyone but himself was at the now frozen in compound of Tombstone but with the heat on, food re-stocked and all of life's immenities back in place, he started working from the comforts of his home. It was lonely at times but with a hidden access to his old underground labs, he could get much done.
On the flip side were the drawbacks of being alone and having only yourself to converse with. He found an old pack of smokes stowed away. For weeks he ignored them but those voices asked things like "Remember us?" and "You're a doctor" and "what's another set of lungs?" On this night, those voices won as he stood by a window, stairing out into the frozen tundra of what was once his ex-wife's flower garden exhaling a chest full of smoke.

"Chris warned me of this," he said to himself. As he stared, another thought crossed his mind, Ashlea. He was enfatuated with this Rogue woman. What would she think? He didn't want to disappoint her. Still, he took another drag. Loneliness. After his Pennsylvania cabin, she would never live in such a desolate place let alone want to raise a family if she so desired. Taking another drag, he opened the door to the cold and threw the cigarette out. He then threw the pack in a trash disposal but it was too late. Cravings of old habits kicked in. He wanted more. For now, he fought that.

Ashlea he though. I need Ashlea.

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