Room 422, Saturday Morning
There was something niggling at the edge's of Bruce's mind this morning. Something very wrong with where he was. There wasn't the honking of car horns or noise of people selling various food and clothing. Or even the noisy kids playing in the alley.
...and there was something touching him.
Calm. Calm. Bruce took deep breaths to even out his heart rate before opening one eye to look down at what that was.
[[Last one, honest. FOR THAT GUY.]]
...and there was something touching him.
Calm. Calm. Bruce took deep breaths to even out his heart rate before opening one eye to look down at what that was.
[[Last one, honest. FOR THAT GUY.]]