Gabriel Gray is not at all sure what's going on when he steps into the bar.

Behind him is what looks to be a little boy's room, primary colours and all. Suffice it to say that he's suspicious the moment that the door closes behind him and disappears.

"Noah?"

There is a man in a cell on Level Five of Primatech Paper.

He flexes his fingers, eyes closed, from his seat on the cold metal slab. He hears someone come in.

It can only be one.

With all the packing that he'd been doing, it was no surprise that he was out of boxes. The problem laid in actually going to grab them. He shifted, glancing down the street and debating the benefits of scrounging versus actually going to purchase some boxes ( Read more... )