Right through me.
Ricky Linderman is smoking in the corner of the cafeteria.
He looks like he's in his early twenties, but he's only 16, and he towers over most people when he stands. For whatever reason, he grew fast. Had a growth spurt when he was 12 that still hasn't stopped.
Three hours ago, he came in through the rift. He's just finished getting the medical examination from Doctor Martha Jones and was given a clean bill of health.
The debriefing, most of it, goes over his head. The thought of rifts and angels and demons sounds like something out of a story or a comic book like one his brother used to read.
Ricky doesn't feel any different than he did in his own house. There's just a different setting to feel it all in.
He looks like he's in his early twenties, but he's only 16, and he towers over most people when he stands. For whatever reason, he grew fast. Had a growth spurt when he was 12 that still hasn't stopped.
Three hours ago, he came in through the rift. He's just finished getting the medical examination from Doctor Martha Jones and was given a clean bill of health.
The debriefing, most of it, goes over his head. The thought of rifts and angels and demons sounds like something out of a story or a comic book like one his brother used to read.
Ricky doesn't feel any different than he did in his own house. There's just a different setting to feel it all in.