Jul 06, 2006 11:03
You know, with the way the bad goes in constant cycles around here, Wash is mildly surprised it hasn't overlapped before now.
It's as good a reason as any why it's taken this long to visit.
Naomi's nestled in her sling; a box under one arm and his cane in the other hand, Wash scrambles and juggles for a couple of seconds before he knocks on the door of the Tonks-Wrangle flat.
"Anybody home?" he calls.