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Aug 13, 2005 12:18

His cross country trip got cut short round about Chicago when a close turn took him down and the asphalt chewed up his left leg. His bike would need a few minor repairs, nothing major. His leg, however...he'd need a bit of physical therapy after the initial recovery.

He did a few days time in hospital in Chicago before limping, with a cane, onto a plane back to New York. He'd called one of the guys from the farm to pick him up, even though he was headed back to the city and not Connecticut. Juan assured him the farm was in good hands, the horses were thriving, though Polly was showing signs of depression. Totally expected, of course, and Eldarion vowed to get up there to see her soon.

He didn't want to think about going back to the farm. The farm Vanya had signed over to him shortly before ihs death. The farm where he had sso many mmories of Vanya. The farm where he imagined he could see and feel Vanya's spirit in every shadow.

Not that New York was any better, really. More people, more distractions. And he was staying in a hotel where he'd never ben ith Vanya, so...at least there weren't any active memories of their time together.

He checked in to his room and got settled before calling Jon.
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