Who: Mike Warren and Open What: Running as a coping mechanism Where: The park When: Tuesday morning Warnings: Likely low Status: Open | Incomplete
Denial had only lasted so long. He’d been here long enough now that Mike knew he had to start making some decisions. The first of which, out of necessity, was figuring out what the hell he could do for work. The thought of doing anything else felt completely foreign to him. He’d never done anything else. It really was all he knew. It was ridiculous that people who could prove their skills still couldn’t get jobs in certain fields. What did it matter where they came from? He’d never experienced that sort of discrimination before, and it amazed him just how much he let it affect him. He thought he could put aside that sort of emotion.
There was also the question of what he should do with the rest of his time. When you worked undercover, it consumed your whole life. That world had pulled him in hard and fast. Even when he hadn’t actively been working undercover, there’d been everything going on with the buses, and then Syd...he really hadn’t had time for anything else.
In this place all he had was time. At least there was no one stopping him from something as simple as enjoying a morning run, even if it now it was around the park instead of on the beach. It was the best thing he had for clearing his head, and with so much on his mind, by the time he was done he was exhausted. And really, with no more answers than when he’d started. He collapsed onto a park bench, breathing hard and pulling his headphones from his ears.