Numbers is stumbling his way back from the town square, clearly disoriented. If the social aspect wasn't foreign enough, he now had memories that were not his own blasted into his skull. The streetlamps may provide some illumination, but they do nothing to quell the terror that grips his chest as he wanders the street.
It's here that he notices someone lying on the ground, their hand wrapped around a leash, which is then attached to a dog that Numbers recognizes. He squints, lurching forward to get a better look at the figure. It's Teddy. Some unidentifiable emotion twists in his chest as his legs drag himself towards them, unsure of what to do or what to say.
Luckily, they say something before he's able to. He stops for a moment, staring down at them, then looking towards Scout, as if the dog might provide answers.
"You fell?" he asks, gruffly. As if it wasn't obvious.
a thought is haunting me
It's here that he notices someone lying on the ground, their hand wrapped around a leash, which is then attached to a dog that Numbers recognizes. He squints, lurching forward to get a better look at the figure. It's Teddy. Some unidentifiable emotion twists in his chest as his legs drag himself towards them, unsure of what to do or what to say.
Luckily, they say something before he's able to. He stops for a moment, staring down at them, then looking towards Scout, as if the dog might provide answers.
"You fell?" he asks, gruffly. As if it wasn't obvious.