C273 Eccentric Old Man

By the time Gerhardt came out of the shower I was asleep, and in my sleep I felt as if someone had stopped by my bed and was mumbling something, but I couldn't make out what it was, and I didn't know if it was reality or a dream.

When I woke up the next morning, when I was sitting up in bed, Gehler came in with a plastic bag in one hand, a fried bun and soy milk in the other