For once, finding himself back in bed was something of a relief rather than a frustration. Sure, beggars couldn't be choosers, but Indy still found himself wishing the rest of Ryuuzaki's "friends" were more like Lunge and less like the crackpot roommate. "An organization trained specifically to deal with supernatural threats," for God's sake!
This morning, though, Indy was primarily interested in something more immediate than Ryuuzaki's master investigation plan--namely the trip to town. His working hypothesis was that it would look the same way it had last Saturday morning, but it'd be interesting to find out.
The clothes the nurse handed him this time had obviously been chosen with lousy weather in mind: high black rain boots, a pair of waist overalls, a long-sleeved collared shirt, and a nondescript gray car coat (http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10269083.jpg) for the rain. This week Indy asked for a hat (admittedly as much because it felt a bit strange to be on the streets without one as to keep the rain off his face); the nurse left for a couple of minutes and, on her return, produced a faded white New York Yankees cap. Indy accepted his sack lunch with gritted teeth. They had to be making fun of him.
The buses were still almost empty when he got outside--the day was cold and wet, as predicted--so he found a seat to himself and opened the paper bag. As he bit into the apple it contained, Indy found himself wondering idly if Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate, might have any better luck coming up with a mental map of the terrain on this trip than he had. It didn't seem likely.
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This morning, though, Indy was primarily interested in something more immediate than Ryuuzaki's master investigation plan--namely the trip to town. His working hypothesis was that it would look the same way it had last Saturday morning, but it'd be interesting to find out.
The clothes the nurse handed him this time had obviously been chosen with lousy weather in mind: high black rain boots, a pair of waist overalls, a long-sleeved collared shirt, and a nondescript gray car coat (http://cdn.overstock.com/images/products/P10269083.jpg) for the rain. This week Indy asked for a hat (admittedly as much because it felt a bit strange to be on the streets without one as to keep the rain off his face); the nurse left for a couple of minutes and, on her return, produced a faded white New York Yankees cap. Indy accepted his sack lunch with gritted teeth. They had to be making fun of him.
The buses were still almost empty when he got outside--the day was cold and wet, as predicted--so he found a seat to himself and opened the paper bag. As he bit into the apple it contained, Indy found himself wondering idly if Guybrush Threepwood, mighty pirate, might have any better luck coming up with a mental map of the terrain on this trip than he had. It didn't seem likely.
[for Prussia. Waist overalls = jeans!]