If I'm alive and well will you be there holding my hand?
Hey, Chicago. Here's a proposition for you: how about we welcome back two kids that the city hasn't seen in a very long time.
Well, actually, if you've been in the trash recently, you might have seen Scout. She's been living there for quite some time, and as she ventures forth into the streets beyond her normal jungle gym of back alleys, you can kind of tell. She's covered in trash, probably smells a lot like trash, and maybe even looks a lot like trash. She's been surviving by killing the homeless, eating what she can (occasionally her kills), drinking from public water fountains.
She's also practically completely out of it as she wanders the streets, her eyes fixed somewhere else, and she's muttering nonsense under her breath. "Please please thank you please peas no no stop."
Meanwhile, in Grant Park, Michael Vaughn is freezing. He has no idea when it became chilly, because his last real memory of Chicago was in late summer. He's wandering around now, shivering like mad, trying to decide if this is some kind of alternate-alternate Chicago, if anything is different besides the weather--pretty much, he looks lost as hell, and incredibly underdressed for the weather too. Help a dumb Boy Scout out?
Well, actually, if you've been in the trash recently, you might have seen Scout. She's been living there for quite some time, and as she ventures forth into the streets beyond her normal jungle gym of back alleys, you can kind of tell. She's covered in trash, probably smells a lot like trash, and maybe even looks a lot like trash. She's been surviving by killing the homeless, eating what she can (occasionally her kills), drinking from public water fountains.
She's also practically completely out of it as she wanders the streets, her eyes fixed somewhere else, and she's muttering nonsense under her breath. "Please please thank you please peas no no stop."
Meanwhile, in Grant Park, Michael Vaughn is freezing. He has no idea when it became chilly, because his last real memory of Chicago was in late summer. He's wandering around now, shivering like mad, trying to decide if this is some kind of alternate-alternate Chicago, if anything is different besides the weather--pretty much, he looks lost as hell, and incredibly underdressed for the weather too. Help a dumb Boy Scout out?