[in progress] the next thing
When: evening of day 6? or possibly day 7 Who: Milan, maybe Gerald, open Warnings: none yet
It was odd that solitude should feel itchy around the edges. One would have thought Milan would have gotten used to it in those seven years in the Incubator, but in truth, he hadn't been entirely alone. Dona had been with him. And he had infiltrated the VR net, giving him access to Earth, though it had been nearly those whole seven years before he had used it to interact with anyone.
Here, he was merely human, or human/Virus. The Virus was not company to the human side of him because it was also self. He walked for exercise, and investigated his recently adopted house. Explored the city. But he hadn't seen anyone in the expanse of the city, or the park. It could have gone on that way for a while, but the odd little patch had appeared.
After studying it for a day, he decided to seek out the one whom he had a chance of tracking down.
He crossed the tiny distance to Gerald's front entrance, and laid a palm on the door.