Plotting out loud
[The forecast for the Central Meeting Area this afternoon? Bright sunshine and clear skies, with a high chance of an extremely disgruntled scientist pacing around and muttering to himself.]
In a matter of days, it shall have been two months since that escapade. Circumstances have forced me to delay my plans, but this cannot continue. The chance of successful recovery grows slimmer as the length of time passes!
[Charon sighs angrily, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.]
But I shall not be delayed any further. I cannot be delayed any further.
In a matter of days, it shall have been two months since that escapade. Circumstances have forced me to delay my plans, but this cannot continue. The chance of successful recovery grows slimmer as the length of time passes!
[Charon sighs angrily, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples.]
But I shall not be delayed any further. I cannot be delayed any further.