The eclipse comes and goes, but the strange gut feeling remains. He can feel it inside of him, his roots reaching, longing for something that is closer than he thinks.
He doesn't know why, but it prompts him to check his cellular contraption. Thumb swipes quickly through the contact list and then pauses on one name. One very, very familiar name of someone he hasn't seen for several months now.
That wretched thing inside of him grows just a little at the revelation. Qifrey swallows. He considers not looking for him, remaining at home, and if they happen to cross paths then, well. He'll cross that bridge when he gets there. But it would be cruel to leave his friend on his lonesome, and he already knows separating himself from him brought him too much solace.
A note is left for the girls before he leaves, informing them that he has to run an errand and will be back later, but there is stew to reheat in the pot if they are hungry. He steps outside, snaps his boots together, and blasts off the ground. The city is unfathomably large, he rarely ever leaves this ward, but he has to... see...
It's a miracle he makes it to Fibonacci before the time on his shoes runs out. There is a slight ache in his thighs that he ignores when he touches down onto concrete and dirt. The contrast between this ward and the one he resides in is almost comical, like stepping between two different worlds.
It isn't hard to find the listed housing. Will his friend even be home? Maybe he's out exploring. There is no telling what he might recall, if anything. Qifrey, one hand curled tightly into his cloak, lifts his other hand to rap his knuckles gently on the front door.
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