Again, Renji considered his options. Finally, he came to the conclusion that he really ought to warn at least someone that he expected to bed dead within the next couple of days, because someone'd need to keep an eye on Rukia, and he trusted Daemon.

"Uh... let's go over there," he said. If he was going to take his balls firmly in hand and actually admit to someone how screwed he was, he'd rather not have to keep track of an entire street while doing so. Without waiting, he made a beeline for a building that looked like it'd have somewhere to talk in it - and even better, he hadn't seen many other "patients" go that way yet.

[heading here]