[ There are others who are likely better equipped to search for a missing girl, but she ends up driving out to the mall anyway. Not alone, and with every intent to scavenge if their trip ends up being for naught. Wriothesley's starting on the other end of the building to meet in the middle.
So: she's got a Jansport-equivalent slung over her shoulder, the bright orange clashing terribly against her hair. The few stores she's entered so far have either been cosmic-touched beyond use or full of things she doesn't recognize, but surely at some point she'll find some food or—
She recognizes the man just up ahead. ( On his back and mostly still, but breathing. ) ]
— Logan? [ Is that him? It can't be... can it? She starts stepping closer. As her father once said, there are better places to nap than on the ground bench, you know... ]
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So: she's got a Jansport-equivalent slung over her shoulder, the bright orange clashing terribly against her hair. The few stores she's entered so far have either been cosmic-touched beyond use or full of things she doesn't recognize, but surely at some point she'll find some food or—
She recognizes the man just up ahead. ( On his back and mostly still, but breathing. ) ]
— Logan? [ Is that him? It can't be... can it? She starts stepping closer. As her father once said, there are better places to nap than on the
groundbench, you know... ]