He loosens his tie. The thick liquid's covered his entire suit and trousers, and seems to have stained his hands a strange crimson color. It's off-putting, and he wonders what it is. Some strange water? Something to mark where they've been?
"No way to find out what's up there if we don't go up," he says. "And we can't go down or out. Not until we know where the rest of the city's got to."
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Date: 2010-06-16 12:52 am (UTC)"No way to find out what's up there if we don't go up," he says. "And we can't go down or out. Not until we know where the rest of the city's got to."