(003) Visual: Location: Outside SFA: Catching some fresh air.
After determining he'd been spending more time than could possibly be healthy with his dog inside the walls of the Sanctuary for All, Sam found himself wandering outside at last. Mojo'd been properly situated with his bed in the corner, and a newspaper so nothing unpleasant wound up in the closet. And he hadn't been affected at all when there came tiny little dejected whimpers to follow him out the door. Not one bit.
He glanced around at the buildings in some attempt to determine a direction, and realized this did absolutely nothing. "Great." He muttered. "So maybe this would've been a better idea with a sense of purpose." And what a concept that was. Purpose. A little tough to find at the moment. Amazing how when there were no Giant Robot Wars blowing everything up all over the place, when things were quiet and some form of normal, he was having a hard time getting completely comfortable.
"Well, whatever, this is what I wanted, right?" Right. Sam started down a street, noticing the tram line he'd seen earlier and heading in that direction. The perfect mode of transportation for a guy who had no idea what he was doing. "I mean, if Mikaela was here, I'd be set." He'd have some difficulties being around her and Claire both at the same time, but there you go.
"School would be nice. Seeing Bee again, even though I'm sure he's doing great, that would be good too. But other than that I'm cool, aren't I? I'm good. I'm here, everything's great, Mojo's happy... Maybe a little depressed I abandoned him, but he'll get over it. There's no robots crawling up my nose. No one's trying to kill me. I'm fine, right?"
Sure he was.
"... I mean, I'm just talking to myself..."
And he did miss his family. His girlfriend. His car. His friends. His life. All of it.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He sank down onto the bench and watched for the tram, nodding a little in confirmation because now that the damage was done it just didn't make a difference anymore. Sam toyed with the tablet between his hands and looked off.
Just fine.
He glanced around at the buildings in some attempt to determine a direction, and realized this did absolutely nothing. "Great." He muttered. "So maybe this would've been a better idea with a sense of purpose." And what a concept that was. Purpose. A little tough to find at the moment. Amazing how when there were no Giant Robot Wars blowing everything up all over the place, when things were quiet and some form of normal, he was having a hard time getting completely comfortable.
"Well, whatever, this is what I wanted, right?" Right. Sam started down a street, noticing the tram line he'd seen earlier and heading in that direction. The perfect mode of transportation for a guy who had no idea what he was doing. "I mean, if Mikaela was here, I'd be set." He'd have some difficulties being around her and Claire both at the same time, but there you go.
"School would be nice. Seeing Bee again, even though I'm sure he's doing great, that would be good too. But other than that I'm cool, aren't I? I'm good. I'm here, everything's great, Mojo's happy... Maybe a little depressed I abandoned him, but he'll get over it. There's no robots crawling up my nose. No one's trying to kill me. I'm fine, right?"
Sure he was.
"... I mean, I'm just talking to myself..."
And he did miss his family. His girlfriend. His car. His friends. His life. All of it.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
He sank down onto the bench and watched for the tram, nodding a little in confirmation because now that the damage was done it just didn't make a difference anymore. Sam toyed with the tablet between his hands and looked off.
Just fine.