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Mark had been in town for almost two weeks now--enough time to realize that this world was not the one he'd come from, to realize he certainly wasn't dead (or if he was, this version of the afterlife was severely underwhelming to say the least), and that if he was going to find anyone he knew--if that was even possible--he was going to have to hit the pavement.
He stopped at a newspaper stand and picked it up, saying idly to the vender, "This real? I mean, real news?" He took off his sunglasses and looked around the street. "You know, I've seen a lot of cities. But none this...gray. Where's the color? The life? People are expected to do government here? No wonder they're all so repressed and-and grumpy. Hey, you--" He stopped the nearest person walking by. "What's there to do around here for fun?"
Cora glanced at the man, debating whether or not to answer his question. She didn't particularly care for being addressed with a 'hey, you', arching an eyebrow and pursing her lips. "It's a big city â I'm sure there's a lot you could do to stave off the boredom." She smiled, tilted her head. "Why don't you go watch a movie?"














