[Set right before this log.]

[Kid is standing somewhere high, a tree of rooftop, though not much beyond the white of his suit and the blue of the sky is visible on the PCD. He stands, silent, staring out, cape flapping slightly in the breeze. When he finally speaks his voice is low.]

This is as close as I can get to the sky here.

[He turns to ( Read more... )

[Night. The PCD appears to be hanging from some sort of strap around his neck, swaying slightly back and forth with his momentum as he leaps easily from roof to roof. You can't see his face, but he sounds as cheerful and indomitable as ever.]

I confess I've never been able to keep my feet on the ground for long.

[Below, a mass of angry looking ( Read more... )