| A Rescue Mission. [CLOSED]
A half hour had passed. Joshua had stopped getting messages from the young, extremely inebriated acquaintance of his a while ago, and his patience started to wear thin. Honestly, he had offered to pick him up as a last resort, and its seemed that his last resort was the only option left. (That, or leaving the poor boy there... which, considering this was an iteration of himself, seemed a little cruel. Even by Joshua's standards.) "Good Lord..." Joshua sighed, before getting up from his desk chair. "Time to get moving, I suppose." Mentally honing in on the boy's soul, he started to glow and sparkle. One last sigh left him as he disappeared. He should start charging for this. Landing in an alleyway beside an unfamiliar residence, Joshua rubbed his temples as the glow faded from him. "This better be the right place..." Huffing, he opened the door without knocking, and made his way in.
