Returning
This is becoming mildly absurd, I believe. Simeon has registered no UMN column in the area, but somehow I managed to return to normal space for only a while before returning. I'm quite aware that the universe makes absolutely no sense for entities in the lower dimension -- a problem I hope to remedy, of course -- but I can't accomplish anything if I'm being tossed like a ball from one side of this strange boundary to the other.
And now, of course, finding Rubedo will be like finding a little needle in a great cosmic haystack. Here is a city filled with people who all look just as odd as a twelve-year-old boy with guns and bright red hair. The streets are crowded. The traffic is endless. More strangers enter in floods. But, there's no need to worry; I'll find him eventually. It always happens. What can I say; trouble finds us both in the form of each other. He'll show up to bother me sooner or later.
And now, of course, finding Rubedo will be like finding a little needle in a great cosmic haystack. Here is a city filled with people who all look just as odd as a twelve-year-old boy with guns and bright red hair. The streets are crowded. The traffic is endless. More strangers enter in floods. But, there's no need to worry; I'll find him eventually. It always happens. What can I say; trouble finds us both in the form of each other. He'll show up to bother me sooner or later.