Post by skylerhigh on Nov 7, 2007 0:54:43 GMT -5
A little coffeehouse somewhere in Chicago. Intimate, yet warm.
Sitting at one of the tables designed for two or three is Dylan Ryder. Alone. He is dressed in black today (although the colour tends to change rapidly without warning). A coffee sits on the table, half-full, and Dylan's eyes are focused on the spoon he twirls it around in.
What am I supposed to do? So much time... and so little actual action. I can't locate Archer, and I can't get through to the people he's given that damn card to.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Dylan's thoughts are interrupted.
Sitting at one of the tables designed for two or three is Dylan Ryder. Alone. He is dressed in black today (although the colour tends to change rapidly without warning). A coffee sits on the table, half-full, and Dylan's eyes are focused on the spoon he twirls it around in.
What am I supposed to do? So much time... and so little actual action. I can't locate Archer, and I can't get through to the people he's given that damn card to.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Dylan's thoughts are interrupted.