Gotta get moving.

Doing the best I can. Gotta real. .can’t quite place my finger on it feeling on this town. Not sure what drew me here.

Only the relics know what really happened. Unfortunately we may be those relics now. . . .How you holding up, Buck?

Trying not to. But you know what they say about the good o’l days.

There’s an old history museum in this town. With cracks and aches that crawl up its sides and windows. Not many come through, but those that do are quiet and observant. Just like he is now.

That night —- Judy’s Diner.

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A veteran’s shelter sign flickers at the edge of the main road —- 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉'𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙎 —- 𝙑𝙀𝙏𝙎 𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀. The door’s chained. The windows are dark.

𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙈. (solos/character arcs)

Haven’s Bluff. The bus 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙀𝙕𝙀𝘿 to a stop on the side of the highway, half an hour past sunset. Steve stepped off with one duffel and the kind of silence that makes people 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙀. The driver muttered something about “God bless” before pulling away, and just like that, the night took him.

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵 𝓜𝐚𝐱 𝐄𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐭 𓊖 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫 𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵 “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶--𝘐 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝘺𝘰𝘶--𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥...”

I 𝙒𝙊𝙆𝙀 up. And the 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 moved on without me. Can 𝘾𝘼𝙋𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝘼𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘾𝘼 still help the world?