Who: Nathan Collins
What: Memory Plot
Where: Bathos 103
When: During the Memories Plot
Warnings: What ever you deem to put him through.
Nathan stretched as he got up from the couch. The hockey game had gone to commercial and he made his way to the kitchen to grab a beer. Things had fallen into an odd sort of routine since he'd come to Humanity. He'd been working extra shifts at the station but even that had become normal. Things seemed to just keep getting crazier here, Nathan thought grimly. First everyone going completely mad from, what had Warda called it, sex pollen? That seemed to be an accurate enough description for what had happened. For a second Nathan's mind wondered if Jackie had been effected. He pushed the thought away quickly, pretending not to notice the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that accompanied that thought. She'd probably have been allergic to it anyway.
And now all this about some sick freak who was poking into people's dreams. How were you suppose to stop someone when you were being attacked inside your own head Nathan wondered. How were they suppose to protect people when there really was no where that was safe? With a heavy sigh Nathan sat down in the kitchen. He missed when the world had made sense.
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