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A large white van rumbles into the Nexus and rolls slowly to a stop. Two men get out; one has blond hair and the other black. The blond was driving and now he looks around in confusion. The second man, the one with black hair, sighs and shakes his head and digs around for a map in the passenger's seat. The blond starts to wander off.
"Don't go too far, Foster," the dark-haired man warns. Foster, the blond, stops in front of the sign.
"What's a Nexus, Florien?" Foster asks. Florien, the dark-haired man, looks up and studies the sign.
"I've no idea," he confesses, walking over to join Foster. "Ask a question, eh? Well, alright. First, I'm Florien, this is Foster. We're florists, and we were making a delivery, and we seem to have gotten lost." He glances worriedly at Foster. "It's not the first time something like this has happened, so I'm too worried about getting back. My question is, how does one deal with a demon who may or may not be entirely sane?"
"Don't go too far, Foster," the dark-haired man warns. Foster, the blond, stops in front of the sign.
"What's a Nexus, Florien?" Foster asks. Florien, the dark-haired man, looks up and studies the sign.
"I've no idea," he confesses, walking over to join Foster. "Ask a question, eh? Well, alright. First, I'm Florien, this is Foster. We're florists, and we were making a delivery, and we seem to have gotten lost." He glances worriedly at Foster. "It's not the first time something like this has happened, so I'm too worried about getting back. My question is, how does one deal with a demon who may or may not be entirely sane?"