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[ Will's been missing for a little while now. Hard times hit and just being able to pretend he could cope was no longer an option. After considerable thought and a short conversation with Confusion, Will decided drastic action was needed.

His memory has been tampered with, Will can no longer recall anything that happened to him after Hope resurrected him... Save from a few blurred memories of being fed his own heart by Hannibal, which was nice...

So there he was, standing in the middle of the street, blood splattered across his face, a knife in his hand and a confused look in his eyes. Sure, it looked bad and considering his history it could have been catastrophic, even Will didn't seem to know what he was doing. ]

This place doesn't seem real but I don't feel like I'm dreaming anymore... I don't know what's going on.

[ Looking up at the twin suns in the sky, their rays reflecting against his dirty glasses. He was more confused now than he had ever been. ]

People are missing- -dead... Are we not underground? I remember robots and fighting.

[ He starts to shake, nerves and shock kicking in. Slipping his glasses from his face and covering his eyes. That's right, he'd went through with this drastic change just before the Null attacked, memories were mixing, it was hard to focus.]

I can't find Winston or my foxes... I can't...

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[ Alana has unfortunately dealt with some...unstable people in during her lifetime, so this situation is raising a hell of a lot of red flags.

Still, when the man sits down, at least it lowers the sense of danger by like a milligram or so. Better than nothing.

Still, she'll stay exactly where she is, thank you very much.]

Err...okay.

[She thinks, watching him. He looks completely out of it. Distressed?]

...whats your name?

[ Unstable and distressed are two worlds that perfectly him.

Looking up at her from where he sat. His eyes looked troubled, searching for the answers. He didn't hold the eye contact for long, so it seemed that little nervous habit had returned too? Curious. ]

Will Graham... Have we met before?

[ He wasn't trying to sound crazy! He honestly couldn't recall her face... Then again, he was struggling to recall the last thing he'd been doing too so... ]

No.

[ While she keeps a hesitant stance, she does take a single step towards him. ]

I'm Alana.

Are you hurt?

[ Being the nervous, twitchy, wreck of a man that Will was, he averted his eyes as she drew that small step closer. Eye contact was something he didn't care for all that much. ]

I don't think I am?

[ Looking over his hands before rolling up his sleeves and checking is arms. Patting his chest down and feeling his legs too, just to be sure. Will messed his fingers through his hair, feeling his scalp of any cuts or gashes. ]

No, no I think I'm alright...

[ That was when he realised he's been carrying that knife with him. Mild panic washed over his expression. If he wasn't hurt and it wasn't his blood then.... ]

[ Aw, jeez. She sees it in his face, in his eyes, and she hesitantly holds her hands out in front of her, not reaching out for him, but preparing. ]

Hey--hey.

What's the last thing you remember, before now?

[ Will was no stranger to fear and panic, so when they washed over his sense until he felt as though he was drowning in them, overflowing and spilling out from the seams, his chest started to rise and fall fast. Dropping the knife between his feet where he sat. ]

Oh God, what have I done?! Abigail?... Abigail!

[ Standing suddenly, Will almost lost his balance, stumbling towards Alana before catching himself. The last thing from home that he could remember was coughing and throwing up a human ear. Abigail's ear...]

No, no, I've been here for a while now... I didn't.. I didn't?

[ Alana is startled to say the least, a foot shifting back, her arms coming up in front of her, wings extending out, and thoughts of the large piece wood she's keeping on the bag at her back flashing through her mind.

But he doesn't, and while it doesn't keep her from being on alert, at least he's dropped the knife.]

Whoa there, buddy.

Who's Abigail?

[ Surprisingly, the sudden appearance of Alana's wings unfolding behind her, seemed to calm Will, almost instantly. He stared, his pupils twitching like the lens of a camera. Fixate. ]

I er, she's my... I guess she's my daughter. My responsibility now...

[ Rubbing his eyes, then his temples before smashing the palm of his hand across the front of his face. It had been a long day. ]

...your daughter?

[ That catches her attention, causes her to lower her arms a bit.

How many times is she going to hear stories about people losing their kids?

--Not that she knows what happened, but, if he's here, then at least it's almost certain that they're not together right now. ]

Hannibal's and mine... Surrogate, I eh, she lives with me here now... I think?

[ That's right. Hannibal had left, the door that pulled them all here, decided to send him back home. What a cruel thing to do, especially now the three of them; Will, Hannibal and Abigail were all together, safe.

No, no she must have been all on her own in Will's absence!? Oh God, he hopes she okay! ]

I have to find her!

Hey, hey, relax, it's okay.

[She still, still does not approach, but...damn it, she can't just leave him like this, not when he's looking for his kid.

But she's not stupid, she's deal with similar situations before. She's also well aware where that knife is, on the ground, and maybe she can get it...

It's not that she doesn't want to help. She'd just feel a lot better if this dude wasn't armed.]

We can-- we can look for her? What does she look like?

[ Will Graham is good at a lot of things. Relaxing is not one of them. He doesn't mean to snap out or be rude, it's an automatic reaction. ]

I'm sorry, have you ever actually tried to relax? Not possible!

[ He was pacing now. One hand on his hip, the other running through the mess of dark curls that littered his forehead. No, no, he had to focus. Alana was right, they could look for her. ]

Perfect. She's perfect. Long dark hair, bight dark eyes, a scar on her-

[ Will stopped himself. Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Abigail wouldn't like it if he absentmindedly blurted out such secrets. Taking a breath, trying to calm. ]

She's probably back at the apartment... That or down by the river.

[Absolutely nothing about this guy's demeanor is not unnerving, but still, she tries to keep her voice level. She has to stay calm, and his focus seems to be well set on finding his girl. That's good, that's better.]

There's--do you have a way to reach her? Like those--those phones they gave us? Do you have one?

[ Will stopped and stared at her for a moment, before rummaging through his pockets searching for his phone. ]

Yes, yes I can just call her!

[ Walking away now, his phone to ear. Frantic as he spoke, but there was obvious worry and caring in his tone.

When he was done, Will slipped his phone back into a pocket and turned to face Alan once more. ]

I really think I ought to be heading back towards the apartments now...

[ A little out of breath, the exhaustion and heat set in. Will often pushed himself too hard at times. ]

[ She watched him, relieved in part when she notices him talking to someone. Sounds like his kid is alright, and that's good news.

He eyes land on te knife once more, thinking about picking it up and pocketing it, but he's talking to her before she actually tries. ]

Oh--okay. She's okay, then?

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