FTEC, Sunday (10/7)
The island always felt emptier when the school had these trips. At least Stark thought so.
Still, there were still some people around and there was always the possibility he (or someone else) might be needed here at the clinic. So here he was, cupcakes in hand as usual.
The alien was in, looking at an atlas to try and figure out where exactly everyone had gone in relation to here, and ready to assist should you need him.
[open, OCD-free, etc.]
Still, there were still some people around and there was always the possibility he (or someone else) might be needed here at the clinic. So here he was, cupcakes in hand as usual.
The alien was in, looking at an atlas to try and figure out where exactly everyone had gone in relation to here, and ready to assist should you need him.
[open, OCD-free, etc.]