Dogs... chasing me... so many dogs!
Dib may have lied the other day about he motel mini bar being only soda.
He may also have lied about the key being left in it.
Shopping is dull; As a result, the mini bars contents was put to good use.
And then, Eddie freaked out; As a result, dinner was skipped to stay near the laptop.
And then, Allison and "DrGod" start getting metaphysical; As a result, more mini bar.
So buy the time this happens, he's actually quite drunk. Which.... sort of explains how he got that upset in the first place.
As a panic attack beings to take hold, the first instinct in his mind is to get away from what's causing the panic. So out of the hotel room he goes, lucky as all hell that he was even wearing shoes because he doesn't stop for anything.
No wallet, no phone, no hotel key.
Which is a blessing and a curse at the same time.
As he runs down the stairs and out the back door of the motel, his only real plan is to get out and run or jog or just move until he feels better. He hits the side walk and takes a direction at random, cutting through alleys and past back doors rather than walking on the main streets were people could stare at him. Not that he's crying or anything. HE isn't... He'd just prefer travel in the dark.
But in his panic, he forgot that he's not at home. He forgot that he doesn't know the quickest way back to a main, well lighted street. He forgot that where he is now, the dark isn't someplace to find comfort in; the dark can be dangerous...
Dangerous like the guy that followed him down this particular alley. The guy with the knife that Dib hasn't even noticed. The guy grabbing his shoulder and slamming Dib against the brick wall with enough force to nearly throw off his glasses and then pressing the knife to his throat.
"Yell an' I'll cut your voice-box out! Gimmie your money! NOW!"
Welcome to the Real Gotham, Dib.
He may also have lied about the key being left in it.
Shopping is dull; As a result, the mini bars contents was put to good use.
And then, Eddie freaked out; As a result, dinner was skipped to stay near the laptop.
And then, Allison and "DrGod" start getting metaphysical; As a result, more mini bar.
So buy the time this happens, he's actually quite drunk. Which.... sort of explains how he got that upset in the first place.
As a panic attack beings to take hold, the first instinct in his mind is to get away from what's causing the panic. So out of the hotel room he goes, lucky as all hell that he was even wearing shoes because he doesn't stop for anything.
No wallet, no phone, no hotel key.
Which is a blessing and a curse at the same time.
As he runs down the stairs and out the back door of the motel, his only real plan is to get out and run or jog or just move until he feels better. He hits the side walk and takes a direction at random, cutting through alleys and past back doors rather than walking on the main streets were people could stare at him. Not that he's crying or anything. HE isn't... He'd just prefer travel in the dark.
But in his panic, he forgot that he's not at home. He forgot that he doesn't know the quickest way back to a main, well lighted street. He forgot that where he is now, the dark isn't someplace to find comfort in; the dark can be dangerous...
Dangerous like the guy that followed him down this particular alley. The guy with the knife that Dib hasn't even noticed. The guy grabbing his shoulder and slamming Dib against the brick wall with enough force to nearly throw off his glasses and then pressing the knife to his throat.
"Yell an' I'll cut your voice-box out! Gimmie your money! NOW!"
Welcome to the Real Gotham, Dib.