[ Hello! You have reached: "Walter Sullivan". Unfortunately they cannot answer the phone right now. Leave a message after the beep and they will return your call. ]
[ He exhales. Great, more of this. He needs to think back, to remember exactly what Henry is talking about. And trying to remember things when you were spilt in two and fused with an angel is surprisingly difficult. ]
I remember...a woman wrapping a cat up in human skin at the apartment building. But, I'm not sure why that would appear in your apartment. She didn't live in room 302.
I found a recording. It wasn't a skin it was a shirt. It sounded like the man was being skinned though. Mike. I wrote it down.
[This information interests Henry though. Walter sounds as clueless as he was about it. Perhaps there is more he can fill him in on when he isn't thinking about the putrid lump of meowing meat in his fridge.]
It was a cassette tape. I don't have the tape here but I have other material.
[He hits SEND hesitantly. He's never told anyone besides Heather and his housemates that he actually had writings, actual writings from home here in this world.]
How old were you then? He could have appeared skinned.
[ Walter thought over that. he had the Seal of Metatron and a Saint's Medallion. Perhaps Henry had awoken here with some of his notes. And he had been making drawings and notes of his own, remembering the world they had come from. It didn't seem too far fetched that Henry would have done the same thing. ]
I think I was six, or seven. I don't know exactly. I stopped trying to reach the apartment after that. Not until I was older.
That makes sense. If Richard hated him enough to beat the hell out of him and rip his clothes off, anybody would think he'd been murdered walking in on it. Especially a little kid.
There was A Lot happening there according to my notes. The man's room was full of porn and it smelled worse than other places in the Otherworld.
[ HE DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT HENRY. His world was full of blood and rust and monsters, but that's clearly going to a place Walter did not want to know about. ]
[ He exhales heavily when the Gear chimes again. Can he leave it? Becuase he's in the presence of a God and would like to rest. But, his own God hadn't permitted that, so he answers again. ]
[ Walter had no idea his umbilical cord had been kept. Because....why would anyone have kept that? That'd be extremely weird. He couldn't argue with Henry on that front if he knew about it. ]
Do you have anything else from our world? I only have a Saints Medallion, and a seal that was previously in Heather Mason's posession.
[ It was very strange to wake up with so little. Henry had his notes; did he have his other supplies when he woke up? ]
I'm...confused. As the Receiver of Wisdom, you should not have needed a translator. And I do not see how Eileen would be able to see it better than you.
[ Is he even meant to respond to that. Probably not. And he's really tired. So he's handing the gear over to Assumption to lie down and watch ho-oh and possible pass out. Assumption however, sees the frowny face! ]
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I remember...a woman wrapping a cat up in human skin at the apartment building. But, I'm not sure why that would appear in your apartment. She didn't live in room 302.
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[This information interests Henry though. Walter sounds as clueless as he was about it. Perhaps there is more he can fill him in on when he isn't thinking about the putrid lump of meowing meat in his fridge.]
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[ But....Walter thinks about it and sends another text. ]
You found a recording of that?
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[He hits SEND hesitantly. He's never told anyone besides Heather and his housemates that he actually had writings, actual writings from home here in this world.]
How old were you then? He could have appeared skinned.
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I think I was six, or seven. I don't know exactly. I stopped trying to reach the apartment after that. Not until I was older.
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There was A Lot happening there according to my notes. The man's room was full of porn and it smelled worse than other places in the Otherworld.
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[ HE DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW THAT HENRY. His world was full of blood and rust and monsters, but that's clearly going to a place Walter did not want to know about. ]
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[RECEIVE SOME WISDOM, WALTER!!!]
Anyway, the woman wrapped the cat in the man's shirt.
[There came another long pause. Another span of time that suggested Walter was free from this unusual and unprovoked conversation.]
When you did return, was there a snack machine on the first floor that never had anything in it even though the light inside was on?
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I did not stop to look at snack machines.
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I just wondered how long it had been there. I know it wasn't a product of the Otherworld but it was still weird.
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[And if he ever gets home, he SURE AS HELL isn't going to approach a weird old dude that keeps strangers' umbilical cords in his house.]
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Do you have anything else from our world? I only have a Saints Medallion, and a seal that was previously in Heather Mason's posession.
[ It was very strange to wake up with so little. Henry had his notes; did he have his other supplies when he woke up? ]
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[ There's a pause before something hits him. ]
Did you find things I had written when I was young?
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Also yes.
I need a new level of 'ffs' for Walter's icons
My handwriting was terrible as a child.
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>:C!!!
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No >8C!!