Re: quicklog: May / Rory
[From the small bed, Rory is still scrolling through the most recent matters open on the town's forums. Unsurprisingly, he is discovering that he didn't miss much while he was away. The most alarming aspect of it all is the amount of time that he was gone. While the date on his phone tells him that only a few months have passed, it feels inexplicably longer. Mental note made: time passed slowly when one was at the mercy of mad scientists.
He was dressed in the same clothes that he'd arrived in the night before, not that there'd been any option for a change. They were the same clothes that he'd been taken from the motel in: dark slacks and a white button-up business shirt. They were still very clean for being months old, although he could recall wearing more hospital-like garb while being studied. There were some very minor dirt smudges and grass stains on the clothes, which came from his stumbling around in the woods the night before.
Strangest of all, to Rory, was the way that he felt almost clear-headed. When left to his own devices, he didn't often wake up without a hangover. The scientists, he was remembering with bitterness, hadn't allowed alcohol where he'd been kept. The scientists hasn't proven fond of anything mind-altering unless it was chemicals directed by their own fucking hands. Despite remembering this, and despite being clear-minded, there were still too many missing pieces for Rory to find comfort, even in this comfortable bed.
He'd heard feet in the hall, but it was the opening of the door that made him lift his attention away from his phone at last.]