[b]I drag myself from the Sewers into the back of the Downtown Diner. With me are a slowly dying Marconi, and a bag I took from the Vault. I bang on the door.[/b] Aye! Open up! It's me. [b]I lean against the door, wrapping my wounds, one in the leg, and another in a arm.[/b] [b]I get cycling headaches as I go longer without KAP.[/b] Heh. Shift, Eh? What a prick.