:: Edward was doing his best to make some progress in this new situation. He had already figured out a few things, at least...
He was on a train. The passengers on the train were more or less prisoners, and were apparently brought in from a number of different worlds. The conductor was not exactly helpful. Al was nowhere to be found.
In spite of all of these negatives, or perhaps because of them, Ed wanted a place where he could settle down quietly for a bit and work something out in his head. He decided that the first place to try would be the room he had been assigned to by the conductor. Making his way to B7, he checked that he had the right place and opened the door...
He was very surprised. The room was a complete mess, as if there was some sort of struggle. One of the beds had been thrown over, the door didn't move quite right, and there even appeared to be marks left by a knife in some places. ::
Heh. Well, so much for that.
:: Closing the door, he thought it might be best to look elsewhere for now. ::
[[ Residual damage from Michael Myers in the
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