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71 Serendipity Street, Thursday Afternoon
Aug. 5th, 2010 11:34 amIt wasn't that Mitchell didn't know he had to go home eventually. He just... didn't want to. Yet. He'd been trying to figure out the Lauren conundrum by applying his mind to it, but the only thing he could think of was to confront Herrick about it.
Which was placing him right smack dab in the middle of where he really didn't want to be.
So clearly, the only solution right now was a day spent in, watching old DVDs with a nice cold beer in his hand. He had his feet propped up on the table, last night's pizza in the fridge... it was perfect, really.
Right up until black nothingness carved straight through the screen of his TV, a fracture that widened within seconds. Mitchell didn't even have the time to stand up: it grew huge in a few fractions of a moment, ripping all of 71 Serendipity Street out of existence and casting Mitchell onto the shattered winds of the multiverse.
Only his mobile was left behind, ringing futilly on the remains of his doorstep, where it had slipped out of his pocket the previous day.
A small, childlike shadow giggled at it; a twitching woman in 50s dress picked it up from the floor, crushed it in her hand.
[[ and there we go ]]
Which was placing him right smack dab in the middle of where he really didn't want to be.
So clearly, the only solution right now was a day spent in, watching old DVDs with a nice cold beer in his hand. He had his feet propped up on the table, last night's pizza in the fridge... it was perfect, really.
Right up until black nothingness carved straight through the screen of his TV, a fracture that widened within seconds. Mitchell didn't even have the time to stand up: it grew huge in a few fractions of a moment, ripping all of 71 Serendipity Street out of existence and casting Mitchell onto the shattered winds of the multiverse.
Only his mobile was left behind, ringing futilly on the remains of his doorstep, where it had slipped out of his pocket the previous day.
A small, childlike shadow giggled at it; a twitching woman in 50s dress picked it up from the floor, crushed it in her hand.
[[ and there we go ]]
