[Lets explore something more interesting than the dumpsters. Prior's picked up the guide role again, out of the alleyway into a much wilder world. Even at this time of night the city's buzzing with neon and the competing calls of bars and clubs. A hawker with a loudspeaker's in one doorway selling knockoff luxury while other doorways are scattered with people making more desperate attempts to sell themselves. It's the early hours but the streets are still busy with people in their nightly finery, snatching something hot and sour smelling from the nearest cart to eat on their way to the next venue.
None of it's shiny or new enough to drag Prior's attention from Nash, who's the real startling thing here. Part of him's aware enough to know that on one level this isn't real, and when it once was it only ran something like this.]
I'm meant to be with somebody else. But it feels like there's something in my head screwing with how this one runs. [His memory and his gift, playing havoc with each other. He's not used to that - or wasn't, back in '81. There's a touch of wonder in his voice, until he catches a streak of blue of of the corner of his eye and - that's where he's supposed to be.] Shit, we're going to lose me. Are you coming?
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[Lets explore something more interesting than the dumpsters. Prior's picked up the guide role again, out of the alleyway into a much wilder world. Even at this time of night the city's buzzing with neon and the competing calls of bars and clubs. A hawker with a loudspeaker's in one doorway selling knockoff luxury while other doorways are scattered with people making more desperate attempts to sell themselves. It's the early hours but the streets are still busy with people in their nightly finery, snatching something hot and sour smelling from the nearest cart to eat on their way to the next venue.
None of it's shiny or new enough to drag Prior's attention from Nash, who's the real startling thing here. Part of him's aware enough to know that on one level this isn't real, and when it once was it only ran something like this.]
I'm meant to be with somebody else. But it feels like there's something in my head screwing with how this one runs. [His memory and his gift, playing havoc with each other. He's not used to that - or wasn't, back in '81. There's a touch of wonder in his voice, until he catches a streak of blue of of the corner of his eye and - that's where he's supposed to be.] Shit, we're going to lose me. Are you coming?