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He had been here a while now. Not that he remembered how he'd got here in the first place, or what he was doing here...or what he was doing before he got here.
He didn't even have his journal with him.
He wandered through the street absently, with absolutely no idea where he was going or what he was supposed to be doing next. "Being aimless is really not something I am used to," he said to no one in particular.