[color=0072bc][b]NEMO ALTARE[/b][/color]


He sighed, looking over at Caroline expectingly. The awkward stare carried on for a minute in dull, confused silence, causing Nemo to groan.

[color=0072bc]"...his card...I need his card so we can get to the dormitory that he's located at so that we can place him in bed and read him his bed-time sto--JUST GIVE ME THE CARD...by the walls..."[/color], the recruit groaned, shaking his head. The two of them seemed so...out of it, most of the time. Like they lived in their own little world and everyone else were merely background objects.

[color=0072bc]"If I don't get his card, we're not moving anywhere. But I'm sure you'll have a good excuse for the instructors when they find a random kid just hanging by his arms here..."[/color], he spat, beginning to feel the strain of Angie's weight. How much did this bastard eat? Why was Nemo helping? How long did it take Caroline to process outside information? Would this day ever end?

These questions, sadly, continued to elude Nemo.