Room 511 - Mid-Morning Thursday
Kyle knew he didn't have a lot of time, so he was working as fast as he could while trying to think about what else he needed to do. Right now he had his backpack unzipped and a pile of stuff growing on his bed. Flashlight, power bars, canned food, water purification tablets, batteries - he had supplies and as many of them as he could fit were going with him. There were rules about what he could take back, which meant definitely no guns or ammo, but he was bending them as much as he could. A photo of him, George and Bobby was already folded and put into the pocket of his jacket which was far too heavy for this weather. He knew he had to layer up because the weather patterns were different at home.
He glanced out the open door and then checked his watch. The letter he received this morning from Connor, the letter he was meant to get days ago, had given a date, time and place to be for a portal. He'd read it twice to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding the words, but the implication was clear. Kyle was being recalled and the tone suggested this was a one way trip.
[OOC: Drama queen. He's going home for a few days (months for him!) for some character development/world building plotty. He thinks it's permanent. For anyone who's dropping in.]
He glanced out the open door and then checked his watch. The letter he received this morning from Connor, the letter he was meant to get days ago, had given a date, time and place to be for a portal. He'd read it twice to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding the words, but the implication was clear. Kyle was being recalled and the tone suggested this was a one way trip.
[OOC: Drama queen. He's going home for a few days (months for him!) for some character development/world building plotty. He thinks it's permanent. For anyone who's dropping in.]