The Edge of the Preserve, then Further In, Friday Evening
Marshall stood at the edge of the preserve, hands in his pockets as he waited for Scully to arrive. His handwavy phonecall had been vague at best, just, "Can we meet? I kinda need to talk about something," so he really, really hoped she could help him. Somehow.
It had certainly been an... interesting week for Marshall, mostly spent off on his own thinking about the weekend. Sure, he'd been someone else entirely, but there were things from the weekend that had stuck with him -- or maybe they'd been there before, Marshall wondered, and he'd just never noticed before.
[For one, please!]
It had certainly been an... interesting week for Marshall, mostly spent off on his own thinking about the weekend. Sure, he'd been someone else entirely, but there were things from the weekend that had stuck with him -- or maybe they'd been there before, Marshall wondered, and he'd just never noticed before.
[For one, please!]