"... Okay... Okay," he starts, and is clearly trying to process the last thirty minutes of his life. He very calmly picks up the one cigarette that he'd dropped trying to get back the other ones, sliding it into his pocket and staring at the ground in what could very well be shock, now that everything's suddenly peaceful. The birds are outside chirping, the trees are rustling softly, and a cool wind passes through.
He slides his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Where'm I? Where's — John and other-you? Will I ever go back?"
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Date: 2014-06-21 06:00 am (UTC)"... Okay... Okay," he starts, and is clearly trying to process the last thirty minutes of his life. He very calmly picks up the one cigarette that he'd dropped trying to get back the other ones, sliding it into his pocket and staring at the ground in what could very well be shock, now that everything's suddenly peaceful. The birds are outside chirping, the trees are rustling softly, and a cool wind passes through.
He slides his hands into his jacket pockets.
"Where'm I? Where's — John and other-you? Will I ever go back?"