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What the hell? (Norman)
Ted was finding that roaming this city wasn't leading him into any good things. Aimlessly roaming had gotten him stuck in a morgue with two other people in the middle of a snow storm. That hadn't been happy at all.
Now he was standing in front of a line that had taken him from color to black and white. He knew that because when he turned and looked over his shoulder, everything was in color. It was a very strange effect. Ted wasn't exactly sure what to make of it.
Curiosity had him walking up to a strangely familiar-looking building. Carefully, of course. He wasn't sure that he was even supposed to be here, in this area. Oddly, he wondered if this was a part of the city that The City hadn't finished with yet, and he'd walked through some sort of construction notice without seeing it. But the buildings and the road looked finished. Everything felt finished, too.
He figured that the only real way of finding out was to venture forward and see it all for himself.
The office of the motel, because that's what it was, now that he saw it, was open. He managed to get inside without ever seeing the name of the place, which he wasn't sure if it was his own doing, or The City's.
But when he got to the front counter, that feeling of familiarity hit him harder. A lot harder. It was giving him goosebumps, and not in any good way.
"Hello?"
Now he was standing in front of a line that had taken him from color to black and white. He knew that because when he turned and looked over his shoulder, everything was in color. It was a very strange effect. Ted wasn't exactly sure what to make of it.
Curiosity had him walking up to a strangely familiar-looking building. Carefully, of course. He wasn't sure that he was even supposed to be here, in this area. Oddly, he wondered if this was a part of the city that The City hadn't finished with yet, and he'd walked through some sort of construction notice without seeing it. But the buildings and the road looked finished. Everything felt finished, too.
He figured that the only real way of finding out was to venture forward and see it all for himself.
The office of the motel, because that's what it was, now that he saw it, was open. He managed to get inside without ever seeing the name of the place, which he wasn't sure if it was his own doing, or The City's.
But when he got to the front counter, that feeling of familiarity hit him harder. A lot harder. It was giving him goosebumps, and not in any good way.
"Hello?"