Last Departure (somewhat delayed)
It looked like rain. Cain had always watched for a storm, hoping that each one would be the one to pick him up and take him back to the O.Z.. Now the wish was only half-hearted, because he had other things on his mind. Glitch, for example. And Sweetheart needed some more food, and a dozen other small domestic chores that occupied his time not spent with guns.
So, of course, this was the day that he stepped out of the hotel, heard a boom of thunder, and found himself standing in a field of long grass, somewhere just off the Brick Route, Central City rising in the distance.
"Glitch?" He turned a circle. "Dammit, zipperhead!"
[[This is the very last of them. Ran out of time, as I should have figured. Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.]]
So, of course, this was the day that he stepped out of the hotel, heard a boom of thunder, and found himself standing in a field of long grass, somewhere just off the Brick Route, Central City rising in the distance.
"Glitch?" He turned a circle. "Dammit, zipperhead!"
[[This is the very last of them. Ran out of time, as I should have figured. Good night, and have a pleasant tomorrow.]]