Who: Marco & Open When: Afternoon Where: Somewhere in or around Chicago What: The usual
Marco had flown back towards Chicago, knowing that Ashley was there somewhere, and other people may be too. Finding someone new would be nice. Making sure Ashley was still alive would be nice, too. He still felt bad about leaving her so abruptly. Too late now, best he could do was maybe offer more supplies if he ever found her and that horse again.
He'd landed the Grasshopper in an abandoned park, but then, what wasn't abandoned nowadays? From there, he hopped onto his razor scooter and zipped down road after road, almost to the point of losing track of where he'd left his plane. Still, he kept going, using the wind to propel himself forward at a faster speed, hoping to cover more ground from the land rather than the air.
Marco rode around another corner when the wheel of his scooter stuck in a crack in the pavement. He didn't even get a chance to be airborne, that he could have prepared himself for. Instead, he found himself rolling down the road, his arms getting scraped as he went. He stopped, face down in the middle of the empty road. At least it was empty...