Day 56: Twin Pines Restaurant (Morning)
As he stepped out onto the exciting, snowcovered streets of Future Town, Carter was struck by how much the town during the day differed from the shadowed streets of nighttime Doyleton. He was then struck by the memory of what had happend the last time he'd come to town, and given a third strike by guilt at the thought of what he'd done to that poor diner.
That would have to be his first stop. Carter stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered down the street, checking each gap between the buildings for slumbering gigantic rats just in case the ones he'd killed still had kin in town. It wouldn't be easy to explain that you'd blown up someone's place of business trying to kill your own shadow with a one-handed molotov cocktail, but Carter felt he needed to at least make an effort at apologizing. If they were still rebuilding, maybe he could even spend an hour or two helping with the work. He didn't know much about Future Construction but he imagined it wasn't hard to pick up. At the very least he could help paint a sign, or sweep the floors, or something useful like that.
...now that was funny.
Carter stopped in front of the Twin Pines Restaurant, staring at its immaculate front door and windows. Not a scratch. He walked around to the side to make sure the explosion hadn't gone that way instead, then to the other side, and then stood out front scratching his head in confusion. The restaurant seemed untouched, as if the explosion had never happened. He knew it had happened, of course, he'd been carrying a splint around for three whole days to prove that horrible night wasn't a dream, but the Twin Pines seemed to have recovered even faster than he had.
Boy, Future Construction must work really fast. He couldn't even tell the difference from last week.
[Claire]
That would have to be his first stop. Carter stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered down the street, checking each gap between the buildings for slumbering gigantic rats just in case the ones he'd killed still had kin in town. It wouldn't be easy to explain that you'd blown up someone's place of business trying to kill your own shadow with a one-handed molotov cocktail, but Carter felt he needed to at least make an effort at apologizing. If they were still rebuilding, maybe he could even spend an hour or two helping with the work. He didn't know much about Future Construction but he imagined it wasn't hard to pick up. At the very least he could help paint a sign, or sweep the floors, or something useful like that.
...now that was funny.
Carter stopped in front of the Twin Pines Restaurant, staring at its immaculate front door and windows. Not a scratch. He walked around to the side to make sure the explosion hadn't gone that way instead, then to the other side, and then stood out front scratching his head in confusion. The restaurant seemed untouched, as if the explosion had never happened. He knew it had happened, of course, he'd been carrying a splint around for three whole days to prove that horrible night wasn't a dream, but the Twin Pines seemed to have recovered even faster than he had.
Boy, Future Construction must work really fast. He couldn't even tell the difference from last week.
[Claire]