May 16, 2014
It was raining again, like that was all this damn city did while the group of them had come on vacation, which did not help the fact that Vaan had seemingly lost everyone in – what was either Queen Anne or the Lantern District according to the map on his cell. . .
The glow of neon lettering in foreign characters and general décor around him, however, would insinuate the latter. His general frustration was building. Giving up on GPS, the tourist finally let go of his pride to ask a near passerby, “Hey, would you mind tellin’ me which way the Space Needle is?”
