[Well. That solved a few problems they'd faced living at Baker Street.
Shops giving things away freely. How did they support themselves? How did they get new stock? But John had been here, he'd said, a week. Now wasn't the time to question economics. He couldn't bring himself to care enough. Perhaps the guide talked more on it. Or perhaps not.
He took every step more carefully than he liked. His vision blurred sometimes, but he ignored that, pushing through it. More than once, his fingers extended, as if preparing to grab at John's shoulder to keep himself steady, but he never reached for the other man. His wings flicked under the jacket every time he almost faltered, as if in quiet reprimand for refusing help. Or stubbornly insisting on leaving the hospital.
His question is more to himself than to John:] Why are there no cabs?
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Shops giving things away freely. How did they support themselves? How did they get new stock? But John had been here, he'd said, a week. Now wasn't the time to question economics. He couldn't bring himself to care enough. Perhaps the guide talked more on it. Or perhaps not.
He took every step more carefully than he liked. His vision blurred sometimes, but he ignored that, pushing through it. More than once, his fingers extended, as if preparing to grab at John's shoulder to keep himself steady, but he never reached for the other man. His wings flicked under the jacket every time he almost faltered, as if in quiet reprimand for refusing help. Or stubbornly insisting on leaving the hospital.
His question is more to himself than to John:] Why are there no cabs?