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John had always been a tracker of time, the sun, the stars, the moon. Florence admired it, but always asked too many questions about everything, because she couldn't really wrap her head around the entirety of it. How was it that so many times could be in the world, and yet here where they stood it seemed time stood still. Or so it felt like most days.

Flo followed his gaze as he looked down both streets, they probably would only get to cover one tonight so they had to choose wisely- so often the daylight was wasted on places that had nothing beneficial to their journeys. John's comment made Florence chuckle a little, [b]"Aww you're no fun." [/b]she sang, pleased that he would let her try the beer at least.

[b]"How do we get in here?"[/b] she pondered looking around the church's facade, until finally spotting a higher up broken window. Was it worth it? If she even got through what would be on the other side? Then she would be trapped with no fast escape. [b]"There is a broken window up there, but we might be able to get in one of these doors if we work together."[/b] she commented, raising her eyebrow to John to see what he thought of the situation; if the should even waste their time getting into this church. Though it was clearly boarded up for a reason.