“Given th’ lack of study in th’ field of parapsychology, seems th’ only concrete means ‘f collecting data.” Jarod slurs breathlessly, pausing to shake his head briskly.

Geese walk barefoot…

Shutting his eyes long enough to take a breath, he hums the rest of the song-song nursery rhyme melody under his breath and finds comfort instead of sorrow.

It’s something. One piece the Centre couldn’t take away from him. His new friend is beside him…and that’s something too.

Shifting to get to his feet, Jarod reaches out to help them up alongside him.

“But? I’m also…very good at running.” He finishes, glancing back at the Tristitia, then over at his new friend.

“Let’s try that.”