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i_crackjokes [I hear that voice in my head say here we go again - Open]
He was also starting to feel … worried. Time was funny in Roland's world, time might be funny here, but he felt like he had been gone for a while. He needed to find his way back, but that was the thing wasn't it, he wasn't sure how he had got here. Not being sure how he had got here meant he had no idea how he was going to go about getting back to where he belonged.
The girl in the costume (the one who called herself Huntress of Gotham) had said the streets moved, and it hadn't taken Eddie long to discover that she spoke true. The streets moved and changed, the landmarks changed it was enough to give a guy a headache. He couldn't tell if he was walking in circles or not, because everything kept changing on him. So that was why when his wandering feet brought him to an apartment building that looked eerily like the one he had been raised in, he stopped.
The odds where good that he might not see this ever again. He could walk up the corner, turn the corner and find himself … somewhere else entirely. So he sat down, sat down on the front stairs of an apartment complex that looked like it came right out of Brooklyn. He had been sitting there for a while, starting straight ahead. Thinking. Trying to decide if going up and checking to see if there was listing for 'Dean' was a good idea, or a bad one. After all he had seen the Empire State Building here, who knew what else
(who knew whoelse)
had ended up here. A few moments of pondering than he stood up, blinked a few times to make sure his vision was clear, and started walking down the street again. He also started talking to himself. Talking made Eddie feel better after all.
"Ignorance is bliss." A pause as he glanced around; "And only crazy people talk to themselves. Besides, your old stomping grounds, you couldn't spit without hitting a building that looked like this. Coincidence. Now come on, pull it together, quit with the talking out loud thing, makes you seem more un-hinged than you are …"
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The girl in the costume (the one who called herself Huntress of Gotham) had said the streets moved, and it hadn't taken Eddie long to discover that she spoke true. The streets moved and changed, the landmarks changed it was enough to give a guy a headache. He couldn't tell if he was walking in circles or not, because everything kept changing on him. So that was why when his wandering feet brought him to an apartment building that looked eerily like the one he had been raised in, he stopped.
The odds where good that he might not see this ever again. He could walk up the corner, turn the corner and find himself … somewhere else entirely. So he sat down, sat down on the front stairs of an apartment complex that looked like it came right out of Brooklyn. He had been sitting there for a while, starting straight ahead. Thinking. Trying to decide if going up and checking to see if there was listing for 'Dean' was a good idea, or a bad one. After all he had seen the Empire State Building here, who knew what else
(who knew whoelse)
had ended up here. A few moments of pondering than he stood up, blinked a few times to make sure his vision was clear, and started walking down the street again. He also started talking to himself. Talking made Eddie feel better after all.
"Ignorance is bliss." A pause as he glanced around; "And only crazy people talk to themselves. Besides, your old stomping grounds, you couldn't spit without hitting a building that looked like this. Coincidence. Now come on, pull it together, quit with the talking out loud thing, makes you seem more un-hinged than you are …"
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