Rochester Inn

[Sprolf]

The Doctor was somewhat confused by the rapid succession of speech that was directed at Noam, all about some operation. And then Professor Lanakov turned and asked if the Doctor's coat attracted women.

The professor offered a toast for some reason, and the Doctor obliged, raising his whiskey.

"Um... no, I don't believe so. I haven't noticed an increase in female magnetism anyways, though that could be because I'm not exactly in the age group most are looking for." His face became a little more somber after this humorous thought. "About Kansas, professor... I... met your friend a short while ago. He's... he evidently found the path, as I did, but he followed it, as I didn't... he's... he is an oracle now... one of them, I'm afraid... he also inquired as to how you were doing. I was somewhat terse with Vladimir, although we had an interesting conversation about his philosophy."

He laughed darkly and drained his whiskey quickly, seeming to have had a sudden mood swing, or as if he'd seen a ghost or remembered someone's dying words. "I'm afraid I have to go. Now. Sorry... I'll be back, Noam, Lanakov, before I leave. I promise."

And with that, he grabbed his bag and ran out of the bar, to his battered armoured transport, off into the black of space.


(//Sorry about this. Something came up and I won't be able to access Freelancer or the internet much if at all for a month or perhaps more.)

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