Fall is coming to Chicago. The air is cooler, there are clouds thick in the sky (but not thick enough to be heralding rain just yet- just enough to be pleasantly cloudy), and while the leaves haven't started turning yet, the overabundance of pumpkins for sale and preemptive Halloween decorations give all the indication that the season is coming up ( Read more... )

Walk by the CCTV room of the Kashtta Tower, and the following conversation can be heard:

"You know, I've got about a billion security protocols to run through and, uh, there's-"

"Mr. Flinkman, I think you can be spared from your duties for five seconds to humor me a little."

"....You're angry. Okay, that's... Yeah, it's not every day I can actually ( Read more... )

Today, in the early afternoon, a well-dressed man in reading glasses sits on a park bench, holding a book. Today, Den Varlis is Christopher Clark. He's not on the same bench where he spoke to Rachel, though he is visible from it--it's part of Christopher's routine, this path, this bench. Why else would he have bumped into Rachel before? No other ( Read more... )