Post by Owen Harper on Mar 18, 2010 16:40:10 GMT -5
Owen sat down on a bench facing the waterfall, he knew full well that high above his head, a security camera would be watching. It was only a matter of time before someone routinely checked the footage and noticed him.
Maybe Toshiko, he thought, then almost immediately hoped that it wasn't. She had been the last person he had spoken to when he had thought it was all about to end, he wasn't sure that either of them were strong enough to relive the memories of what had been said without the distraction of someone else there.
Folding his arms, he slouched against the back of the seat as he thought back to the events that had brought him back to the place he thought he would never see again.
Dying once was bad enough, but almost twice? Thanks a lot Jack. He reminded himself for the umpteenth time, that he wanted it written into his contract- no revival, resuscitation, regeneration. No looking for any more gloves, bringing him back in any way, shape or form, ever. No autopsy, just immediate cremation. Even Jack shouldn't be able to find a way to bring him back from that!
He had intended to ring in, but his mobile was stone dead - seemed Bilis Manger's box of tricks wasn't a lot of use for fixing hardware.
Bilis Manger. Owen shuddered, the man gave him the creeps! He probably shouldn't say that, after he had stepped in and saved him from a slow and messy end, but he did. Not only that but he didn't trust him, despite the constant insistence that even though the process was slow it was sure and permanent, nagging doubts persisted that wouldn't ease until he'd hooked himself up to the tech in the Hub and double checked.
Maybe Toshiko, he thought, then almost immediately hoped that it wasn't. She had been the last person he had spoken to when he had thought it was all about to end, he wasn't sure that either of them were strong enough to relive the memories of what had been said without the distraction of someone else there.
Folding his arms, he slouched against the back of the seat as he thought back to the events that had brought him back to the place he thought he would never see again.
Dying once was bad enough, but almost twice? Thanks a lot Jack. He reminded himself for the umpteenth time, that he wanted it written into his contract- no revival, resuscitation, regeneration. No looking for any more gloves, bringing him back in any way, shape or form, ever. No autopsy, just immediate cremation. Even Jack shouldn't be able to find a way to bring him back from that!
He had intended to ring in, but his mobile was stone dead - seemed Bilis Manger's box of tricks wasn't a lot of use for fixing hardware.
Bilis Manger. Owen shuddered, the man gave him the creeps! He probably shouldn't say that, after he had stepped in and saved him from a slow and messy end, but he did. Not only that but he didn't trust him, despite the constant insistence that even though the process was slow it was sure and permanent, nagging doubts persisted that wouldn't ease until he'd hooked himself up to the tech in the Hub and double checked.