Date: 2009-09-16 10:32 am (UTC)
"Central City." He easily helps Glitch right himself again, taking his right hand in his own and getting a firmer grip around his waist.

"...no. Not really." He thinks back, not sure if the vague bits are because he dozed off, or because they didn't merit remembering.

"Ambrose was meeting me for lunch. You never made it." He looks Glitch in the eye. "You were attacked."
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