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[keepinitsaucy]

[Oh, Andy, you poor baby. This is not your day.

Andy limps down the street of the square, wheeling a rather beaten up and broken bicycle with him (he doesn't look much better, bike helmet hanging on only by the chinstrap).

All he had wanted to do was stop a bank heist, but instead, he had peddled head first into a wall and ended up... wherever here is.

With a sigh of defeat, he plops himself down onto a curb, bike falling next to him. Maybe he's hallucinating from the concussion. Maybe he's in a coma and this is all a dream.

Yeah. This is totally a dream.

He mutters to himself:] Aha, yeah, brain. This is a good one. I can wake up now, okay?

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[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Good luck with that. [Hey, dude. There's an eleven year old girl with pigtails and a pretty awesome Hello, Kitty backpack standing about seven feet away. She has a bag from the local convenience store and she's sipping at a soda as if this were NBD.]

[keepinitsaucy]

[Well. This kid seems really nonchalant about all of this. Which must mean...]

...Are you my spirit guide? Am I -- am I dead?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

[Well, now. This is definitely interesting. She watches him for a moment, studying him carefully. How difficult it is, not dicking with him so her reply is the flat sarcasm she uses with pretty much everyone she thinks is an idiot.]

You got me. I'm your spirit guide and I'm here to guide you to the afterlife.

[And then a Look.]

You're not dead. You're kidnapped.

[keepinitsaucy]

[That doesn't make a terrible lot of sense to Andy. She's his spirit guide and he's been kidnapped?

He's not thinking clearly, head ringing and faint ticking in his ears, but even this is a stretch.]

So... my soul has been kidnapped and you're here to guide it to the afterlife?

[pigtailsbutterflyknives]

Oh, for fucks sake. Dude? You're alive. You were kidnapped by a pocket dimension called the City.

[And then she assesses the damages.] Do you need to go to the hospital?

[keepinitsaucy]

...Oh. That makes sense.

[No. No it doesn't.]

Um. I think I'm okay. I think. I just need to sit for a minute or several.