We’re All Mad Here
Who: Edward Roivas and Alexandra Roivas.
What: Edward’s a grandfather. Or, at least, he will be. Who knew? So he’s off to find his granddaughter. Then he finds something had changed in the Western District since the last time Edward had been there.
Where: The Western District; the Roivas Estate.
When: Sometime after this, so probably Monday evening/early Tuesday.
Apparently, Edward Roivas had a granddaughter.
He was not aware of this.
Granted, he did not know what to expect in the future that was to come after the time from which he was plucked from. One did not think much of the distant prospect after watching all life within an underground city decimated in the blink of an eye.
Even then, he knew that his work was not yet done. There was still so much for him to do; how would he ever have had the time to settle down and raise not just one child, but a granddaughter as well? Moreover, what kind of human being was he, to place such a burden on his children? The goal was to end this before that happened!
There had to be some explanation for this, even if he not once renounce who he was to this young woman during her claim. He had other questions occupying his thoughts. What became of the artifacts, why it was that she was the one seeking Pious Augustus, and, moreover, what year was she taken from?
Edward hadn’t thought to ask that one sooner. He simply wanted to find her as soon as possible. He had heard that the Western District was by no means a nice place to be.
For as much as he was inclined to stray from the dangers of this district, the psychologist had no choice but to venture back into that place once again. With a map rolled up and in his hand for the sake of convenience, he set out from the lodges of the Northern District. Following the landmarks over the map itself helped show Edward the way, as he was still unfamiliar with the streets of this city.
Something strangely... off caught his attention, however, as Edward made way to seek out the meeting place with his alleged granddaughter. He couldn’t say what it was, exactly, as it was neither the first time he had been haunted by such a feeling, nor was he accustomed enough with this place to point out any obvious changes, anyway.
The layout of the streets played out in his favor, however, as the Western District street signs and landmarks aligned faithfully with the map coordinates. Whatever this niggling feeling he had, it could wait until after he had successfully found Alex.
What: Edward’s a grandfather. Or, at least, he will be. Who knew? So he’s off to find his granddaughter. Then he finds something had changed in the Western District since the last time Edward had been there.
Where: The Western District; the Roivas Estate.
When: Sometime after this, so probably Monday evening/early Tuesday.
Apparently, Edward Roivas had a granddaughter.
He was not aware of this.
Granted, he did not know what to expect in the future that was to come after the time from which he was plucked from. One did not think much of the distant prospect after watching all life within an underground city decimated in the blink of an eye.
Even then, he knew that his work was not yet done. There was still so much for him to do; how would he ever have had the time to settle down and raise not just one child, but a granddaughter as well? Moreover, what kind of human being was he, to place such a burden on his children? The goal was to end this before that happened!
There had to be some explanation for this, even if he not once renounce who he was to this young woman during her claim. He had other questions occupying his thoughts. What became of the artifacts, why it was that she was the one seeking Pious Augustus, and, moreover, what year was she taken from?
Edward hadn’t thought to ask that one sooner. He simply wanted to find her as soon as possible. He had heard that the Western District was by no means a nice place to be.
For as much as he was inclined to stray from the dangers of this district, the psychologist had no choice but to venture back into that place once again. With a map rolled up and in his hand for the sake of convenience, he set out from the lodges of the Northern District. Following the landmarks over the map itself helped show Edward the way, as he was still unfamiliar with the streets of this city.
Something strangely... off caught his attention, however, as Edward made way to seek out the meeting place with his alleged granddaughter. He couldn’t say what it was, exactly, as it was neither the first time he had been haunted by such a feeling, nor was he accustomed enough with this place to point out any obvious changes, anyway.
The layout of the streets played out in his favor, however, as the Western District street signs and landmarks aligned faithfully with the map coordinates. Whatever this niggling feeling he had, it could wait until after he had successfully found Alex.