The Docks, Wednesday
Over a certain boat anchored by the docks, it was a lazy, hazy summer afternoon all day long. PERFECT weather for fishing.
He couldn't seem to get Melody out of his head -- the idea of his clone having a kid was just so WEIRD, and just bizarre to try to wrap his mind around.
And with her on the brain, it was natural that occasionally his thoughts would turn to Charlie. When they did, the sky would turn dark and melancholy until he sighed it away and went back to fishing.
The sign on the dock read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Everybody look at me
'Cause I'm sailing on a boat
He couldn't seem to get Melody out of his head -- the idea of his clone having a kid was just so WEIRD, and just bizarre to try to wrap his mind around.
And with her on the brain, it was natural that occasionally his thoughts would turn to Charlie. When they did, the sky would turn dark and melancholy until he sighed it away and went back to fishing.
The sign on the dock read:
Captain Jack's Wild Ride
I'm on a boat, I'm on a boat
Everybody look at me
'Cause I'm sailing on a boat