"Thought you all died," the noodle lady says. She sets you up on a little plastic table with a piping hot bowl of seafood soup. The words "crab soup for breakfast" sound unappealing, but this soup is light, hot, and covered in fresh green herbs. The men chat as they receive their breakfasts, mostly in English, as they speak mutually unintelligible dialects. You eat slowly while texting back and forth with Elton.
BridesheadReloaded You're on Rosemary Street, or what's left of it
BridesheadReloaded There used to be a bookstore, a record shop, and antique store
He tells you stories about this place when the Bone Gnawers guarded it. You eat and read.
BridesheadReloaded Probably all gone now, but maybe we can find Patrick or another Bone Gnawer
BridesheadReloaded I need to go to work. Thanks for letting me babble about the old days
You take your time eating the soup, but then one of the men gets your attention and says, "Only way!" You follow his pointing finger to a bus. Probably the day's only bus! You hop to your feet, thank the noodle lady, and get home around sunrise, then squeeze in a few hours of sleep before you have to go to work.
I scout the deep woods around Broad Brook, edging around the areas where my memory is spotty.
I pay to have someone fix my heat before I freeze.
Is there any news of Black Tarn, since she disappeared into the Umbra?
Elton promised to introduce me to the surviving members of the "Three Families." I text him about that.
I return to the barrows where I fought the fomor.
I return to the stretch of urban blight where I spilled out after looking for the caern. Maybe I can find something there.
I check my phone.
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