I wonder if there is a time limit to how long we'll stay here. Rather than wanting to go home, I'm finding myself more afraid that I will. If this place is fixed, I'll forget everything, at best, at worst I'll come back d- ... with nothing ( Read more... )

[The PCD is pulled out of Al's pocket. He's wearing a zipped-up jacket of soft brown leather, and the helmet he uses for the Zoomer. He sets the PCD on something, presumably the seat of the Zoomer, and takes off the helmet. His messy hair falls down around his face, getting into his eyes. It's tangled from wind, and for a moment his face seems much ( Read more... )

( [A sealed white, plain envelope is set on Kamui's bedside table, his name scrawled across the front in black ink.] )