Who: Loso, Abigail, Open
When: Around 5 pm
Where: McDonald's
What: Prisoner's 'last meal'. Part of a bargain. At least the prisoner seems happy enough.



"What would I like to eat..." Loso answered the cashier's question, gazing with wonder at the glowing menu. He stood calmly, despite having his arms tightly bound to his sides by white rope. He tilted his head. "I would like... that big burger. The double one. And lots of fries. No, I said lots. There. And a big soda. And that smaller burger. I want chicken nuggets, too, and ketchup."

"You said only a burger," Abigail looked over at him crossly.

"I said I was hungry. And you have until morning, why not wait it out here," Loso giggled. "And I want the cheeseburger, and more fries. I said fries, yes?"

By the time they walked away Abigail was holding two large trays stacked high with food. Anybody watching might notice that though Loso seemed inclined to move faster he was sticking close to Abigail's side. Almost invisible when the light didn't hit it, a silver line ran from under his bonds to her sleeve, which was probably the reason.

As they sat in a corner booth Abigail leaned back, watching Loso intently as he learned down and started to gorge on the food using his mouth only, and occasionally nodding at her to unwrap the food or move the cartridges out of the way.