[It's stuck to the freezer door of the fridge, on a full-sized sheet of paper despite being so short, so as to be very visible. It's been penned in black ink; crowded cursive.]
[Wally's grabbing a soda from the fridge and closes the door to notice the note.
A frown, a headtilt, followed by a shrug. He opens the can, takes a gulp, and continues with his day. V'll poke his head in before the end of the day. He's sure of it.]
[The man from room five returns to Nautilus Friday morning---about one o'clock, or a little later. Although his pace isn't as brisk as it seems it should be, his back is straight and his step is sure; he has come home. The City of Change is that, now, has been for years... and he's embraced it. He's happy here, and even hours in the catacombs of Kalliste---even a path passing a patch of his own blood, dried up and untouched beneath the brittle buildings---would not stop him from saying so. He has everything; information, opportunities, a home, his hopes, his friends, his freedom, and a purpose to pursue.]
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A frown, a headtilt, followed by a shrug. He opens the can, takes a gulp, and continues with his day. V'll poke his head in before the end of the day. He's sure of it.]
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