One of God's children

Mitchell hadn't actually made it home last night - to Fandom, or to George's. He'd followed Kate's illustrous example and rented a room in a crappy motel where he slept for a few hours, tossing and turning, before making his way back out onto the street.

Come the evening, he was back in the pub; there was a hunt he'd started last night that he hadn't finished, and the bitter, caught-by-the-moment darkness had yet to fade. He found Becka again, still blonde, still impossibly shy, stuttering as she spoke to him. They had a few more beers. Traded bad break-up stories.

But by the time the pub closed, she'd vanished again, dragged off by her giggling friends, leaving Mitchell still without his peace of mind.

This wasn't helping.

He wandered drunkenly out into the streets, looking for somewhere else to get pissed, thinking unfinished thoughts about families and death.

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