[1977. He was still imprisoned in the lab at this point, so the time nor the place should ring familiar. But Alec’s mind fills in the holes of Henry’s personal experiences — Chicago.
His eyes are drawn to the Sears Tower first and foremost. How that storm hangs in the air like a threat, low and rumbling. He gets the sense that it is pulsating, impatient to spill forth, like a living thing chained up and angry for it. This doesn’t surprise him, given what he’s learned about the man today.
Finally, Henry’s eyes are drawn to the more immediate area. This is clearly a part of town that’s seen better days, and the two-story building before him is no exception. This must be Alec’s old home, and he notes the flickering sign — Mechanic.
So. Obvious enough where he needs to begin. He crosses to the rusted garage door, half open, and bends down just enough to get a peek inside. Gravity pulls his blond hair down across his forehead.]
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His eyes are drawn to the Sears Tower first and foremost. How that storm hangs in the air like a threat, low and rumbling. He gets the sense that it is pulsating, impatient to spill forth, like a living thing chained up and angry for it. This doesn’t surprise him, given what he’s learned about the man today.
Finally, Henry’s eyes are drawn to the more immediate area. This is clearly a part of town that’s seen better days, and the two-story building before him is no exception. This must be Alec’s old home, and he notes the flickering sign — Mechanic.
So. Obvious enough where he needs to begin. He crosses to the rusted garage door, half open, and bends down just enough to get a peek inside. Gravity pulls his blond hair down across his forehead.]
Hello?
[Anyone there?]