“Son of a bitch... Italy again?”

  How many times was he going to end up here? Why was it that this place was the one commonly chosen? The man looked over to the roof’s edge to the city streets below. An overhang was in the way, but it seemed like the streets were empty. He began his descent from the tile rooftops to the ground by leaping to the overhang below... he miscalculated the distance and ended up falling a little farther than he thought he would. Ceramic pieces shattered when he hit them, and the pavement below didn’t feel too well when he hit it.

isn’t this just delightful. of course abbacchio ends up being the one who gets to talk to the guy only using sign language. in an idea world, he’d remember more than two and a half phrases, but this is not an ideal world. (clearly.) at least he knows something taught to him by a friend years ago because ‘maybe it’ll be useful on the job’! wrong job, but right sentiment. [can you hear?] abbacchio’s sign language is jerky, the ill-refined uncertainty of someone who by no means understands the language and is doing his best to tug it from memory.