[seven-point-something]
[The package came in the post a few days after the language buggery. It was a pair of white scrub pants, and for a moment he wondered what in hell they were for.
[And then... ah. It must have been what he was wearing before he arrived in Mayfield. The brief meeting with Knight, the crazy bastard who had pulled him from the Locker, came back to him. He sighed.
[A world away, but things weren't all that different. He closed his eyes, the fabric cool and light in his hands. they'll find the error in their ways.
[Gabriel nearly threw the pants in the garbage, but instead he folded them and stuck them in the back of a drawer. Maybe they meant something, maybe they didn't. Did it really matter?]
[And then... ah. It must have been what he was wearing before he arrived in Mayfield. The brief meeting with Knight, the crazy bastard who had pulled him from the Locker, came back to him. He sighed.
[A world away, but things weren't all that different. He closed his eyes, the fabric cool and light in his hands. they'll find the error in their ways.
[Gabriel nearly threw the pants in the garbage, but instead he folded them and stuck them in the back of a drawer. Maybe they meant something, maybe they didn't. Did it really matter?]