Who: Noah and Ariel Where: headed for the forced medical visit When: 9:15 a.m.
Noah was strangely well-prepared for this expedition for someone who generally flew by the seat of his pants. Possibly it was the realization that everything might depend on how together he had it. This was a situation he'd never been prepared for-- how would anyone prepare for it?-- and his own well-being and that of others could be at stake. He had water and had just eaten a quick snack in the kitchen to prepare him for a long walk. His black flip flops weren't necessarily the best for walking, but it was better than no shoes at all.
He'd felt sorry for Ariel when she'd posted her rant about walking that far with no shoes, and he honestly would have been happy to piggyback her down if she'd wanted. She seemed like a decent sort beneath the fiery temper, and he was glad to have company for this. It was a long damn walk, he realized as he waited near the front door, unfolding the map and looking it over with a slight frown on his face. How long was it going to take them to get there? he wondered. He was in good shape and Ariel looked to be as well, but she was barefoot. That might slow them down. Hell, not like they had anything else to do, at least. They'd been ordered to walk down and submit to a physical, but so far there was nothing else on tap for the day.
Noah began folding the map back up, figuring Ariel would be down at any moment.