Tony was out and about. After the odd weather that had brought snow last week, the doctor was anxious to get in some walking. He needed to think for a bit.
Things were heating up online. Tony had been following the different posts with increasing worry. It seemed that the world around him was slowly coming undone. He had been trying to make sense of things and gauge how to react. It was very clear to him now that he had been brought to Los Angeles not to be a teacher. What he was truly there for, though, was a mystery to him.
He hated when things didn't make sense. Tony wanted to know why he had come here. He needed to know. Even more than needing to know why he was here, he wanted to figure out how to leave.
The good doctor wanted to go home- his real home. He didn't care what the consequences were. Tony was going home one way or another.
He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that a young man had stopped in front of him and practically tripped over him.