Two

[dieu_etmondroit]

[Arthur is standing in his front yard glancing around him as if he's looking for something.]

I can't hear them, see them. Where did they go? There's no way those bastards took this from me.

...Perhaps they just can't follow me here. That must be it.

Comments

[eupathetic]

[Should have used the back yard, Arthur.]

Where did who go?

[dieu_etmondroit]

[It's harder to see out there. /nod]

Friends.

[eupathetic]

Maybe they're busy.

[dieu_etmondroit]

It's been since I've arrived here. I don't think that's the cause.

[eupathetic]

If it's since your arrival, then they're obviously not here.

[dieu_etmondroit]

They've never been kept away from an American city before. If this place has the power to keep them from finding me, then this is far more serious than I had originally thought.

[eupathetic]

We're cut off from whichever world we were a part of. What's an American city?

[dieu_etmondroit]

This is an American city. At least, it's posing as one. America is a country. I'm England, a country just across the ocean.

1/2

[eupathetic]

That explains why this place isn't like most towns I've been in. They must be nations in your world.

2/2

[eupathetic]

Wait. Did you say you are the country?

[dieu_etmondroit]

Indeed, they are.

And yes, I did.

[eupathetic]

But you're a person.

[dieu_etmondroit]

I'm a personified country.

[eupathetic]

Did you hit your head somewhere?

[dieu_etmondroit]

No.

[eupathetic]

You're not making any sense.