[open] I'm gonna fly on down, for the last stop is this town
Who: Parker and YOU
What: Arrival
When: Day 39
Where: Town Square
Parker was very confused.
First of all, she was pretty sure she wasn’t fictional, whatever that was. She had a feeling it had something to do with those people that Eliot had a habit of telling her weren’t real. Like Santa. Or the Energizer Bunny. Or the Snuggle Bear. Parker knew that she wasn’t in that category of people, regardless of what some weird guy in glasses may have said. She wasn’t sure that she trusted him anyway. He smelled funny.
Regardless, she was alone, in a strange place, with no way to get in touch with the people she knew. She had tried the comms but they weren’t answering her. Not that she expected them to-they had just finished a job, so usually that meant taking some time off, but Hardison, at least, usually had his in. Hardison always answered when she called, and now he wasn’t. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Picking up her journal in her hand and the tape that the weird guy had given her, she started to make her way towards the buildings that she could see. If nothing else, she would find someone to ask. Hopefully, they would be able to point her back to Boston. Her family needed her. Which was more than enough reasons why she couldn’t be here.
What: Arrival
When: Day 39
Where: Town Square
Parker was very confused.
First of all, she was pretty sure she wasn’t fictional, whatever that was. She had a feeling it had something to do with those people that Eliot had a habit of telling her weren’t real. Like Santa. Or the Energizer Bunny. Or the Snuggle Bear. Parker knew that she wasn’t in that category of people, regardless of what some weird guy in glasses may have said. She wasn’t sure that she trusted him anyway. He smelled funny.
Regardless, she was alone, in a strange place, with no way to get in touch with the people she knew. She had tried the comms but they weren’t answering her. Not that she expected them to-they had just finished a job, so usually that meant taking some time off, but Hardison, at least, usually had his in. Hardison always answered when she called, and now he wasn’t. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.
Picking up her journal in her hand and the tape that the weird guy had given her, she started to make her way towards the buildings that she could see. If nothing else, she would find someone to ask. Hopefully, they would be able to point her back to Boston. Her family needed her. Which was more than enough reasons why she couldn’t be here.