[Of course he's in there. When something was really bothering him he always tended to seclude himself in some way. Grow quiet, disappear to be by himself. The problem was there were hundreds of places he could be hiding in the park, and this was not the time to let him seep in his thoughts.
Into the fray, then.]
how warm we talking here like a match or flowing lava?
[He wonders if there's some kind of GPS on this thing that could show him his location. He tries to fiddle with his TAB as he follows the path deeper into the park, stopping at a fork in the road. He sends a picture of it.]
no subject
Into the fray, then.]
how warm we talking here like a match or flowing lava?
[He wonders if there's some kind of GPS on this thing that could show him his location. He tries to fiddle with his TAB as he follows the path deeper into the park, stopping at a fork in the road. He sends a picture of it.]
Dismas or Gestas?
[Which is his way of asking left or right?]