Eriks new job turned out to be as depressing as he had imagined.
Having to work in shifts destabilized him: sometimes he woke up at the same time as Thea and Peter and went to work as he always had done. Those were the best days, when he could pretend that nothing had happened and that his life was going on as always. Only having to wear that silly uniform clashed with the illusion.
Leaving the house at midday and coming back at night felt strange, but it did not bother him that much. Other weeks, however, he went to the hospital in the late evening and slid the exit badge in the early hours of the morning, then woke up in the afternoon, when the house was still empty but already dark.
There were moments, as he was just waking up, when he looked around the empty apartment, wondering vaguely what happened to everyone. Then he would remember that the change was not in the others, who were going on with their days as they always had, but in him.