Night: In a back alley somewhere in LA

[explorertruman]

Last time, Truman had entered his world, he had left Sylvia behind. And there was a growing crowd screaming his name. Now the alleyway looked quiet and deserted in the nighttime air. Cool California night by the feel of the slight breeze. He took a few cautious steps in, and then glanced back, clearly tense and nervous. This was more like how he was in the last days before he escaped from the giant tv studio dome. Paranoid Truman.

"Seems safe enough now. I just hope nobody recognizes me while I'm here. You might have to run."