Loon Drive, Wednesday afternoon

[notquitewright]

Earlier, Marcus had found his way to the Causeway. He'd stood at the end for a long time before turning away. He wasn't sure why he hadn't crossed it, but he wasn't going to waste time worrying about it. First order of business was to figure this place out and the best way to do that was to walk the streets, try and get a feel for it. He kept his expression neutral, but it wasn't like anywhere he'd ever seen.

He was wary, confused, had no idea how he'd wound up here, but whatever was going on it beat the hell out of twenty-three hours a day in a five by nine cell.

[One is expected; all are welcome.]