[The door that Glen is sitting in front of his familiar. He knows this door. He knows the man inside of this house. It's been over a year now...a year away. A year with no contact. Months with the Krenel and Moralintern that replaced his corpse with a look alike. The one they buried. The one Titus buried. Right next to Angus and Theo...]
[the door in front of Glen opens, and out steps Titus Hardie...he's silent, staring at the man in the wheelchair sitting in front of him.]
Did...I die in my sleep?
...ah, shite.
Heya, boss.. it's been a minute. You're not dead, though I wouldn't blame you for thinkin' that.
I eh– I'm only after gettin' the go ahead to leave recently, mostly because of me own bickerin', but... thought I'd stop by. See how things are.. a lot of fucked up things happened, to me- to... a lot of people. It's fucked, boss, all of it.
