Ascending Crane
First Post
Doc closes the hotel's first aid kit and places it back on the table. He sits down wearily, gazing out of the window with an odd expression on his face.
"I wasn't saying much important, Jason. Just an old geezer talking to himself, who feels particularly old today." Doc grabs his nearby bible and highlighter and begins to leaf through it. Almost all of the pages have yellow marks or notes of some kind.
"This thing that our friends are facing. Is there a rational reason for it?" Doc turns to Jason. "Is it man made? A thing created in a lab, like what you see in the movies? A birth defect perhaps, due to radiation some wacko scientist released?" Doc chuckled. "I don't think so. This is something different. We stumbled upon an old pile of crap here that folks have been sweeping under the rug for generations. We're here for a reason, Jason - God hasn't turned away from us. There's a purpose. There has to be."
Doc looks down and closes his bible, frowning slightly. "Ignore the ramblings of an old man. I'm tired. Where is that damn room service?"
"I wasn't saying much important, Jason. Just an old geezer talking to himself, who feels particularly old today." Doc grabs his nearby bible and highlighter and begins to leaf through it. Almost all of the pages have yellow marks or notes of some kind.
"This thing that our friends are facing. Is there a rational reason for it?" Doc turns to Jason. "Is it man made? A thing created in a lab, like what you see in the movies? A birth defect perhaps, due to radiation some wacko scientist released?" Doc chuckled. "I don't think so. This is something different. We stumbled upon an old pile of crap here that folks have been sweeping under the rug for generations. We're here for a reason, Jason - God hasn't turned away from us. There's a purpose. There has to be."
Doc looks down and closes his bible, frowning slightly. "Ignore the ramblings of an old man. I'm tired. Where is that damn room service?"
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