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[jinxs]

(Here is a map. An incredibly complicated, puzzling map is sent to both Silco and Vander on different days, confusing directions towards the hole under the ground in the station. Enjoy, it makes zero sense, but she has faith in you and your old man spine.)

[cantilevers]

[Janna's tits, what was he even looking at? Well, time to figure it out and go looking for this hole.]

[jinxs]

(She'll be waiting, with metal blasting, and a billion things to show him.

When he arrives, though, she's actually in her little nook, taking a nap. There are several things he will recognize, such as the couch she rests on from their hideout, her toy box, the picture of him and the kids, the gramophone... It's a trip down memory lane.)

[cantilevers]

[Navigating this map was a journey in and of itself, and he was used to Jinx's old scribblings and drawings from the past. So eventually he did find his way underground to the train centre before he headed into the hole. It was only by virtue that he had forced himself to return to some form that he made it without falling or breaking his ankles.

He wandered carefully around on the turbine blades, and he made note of all the items from the their childhood, most of which had once been in the Last Drop. The couch, the toys, the toy box and so many other little nick-knacks were there, and he felt a pang of sadness to the reminders.

He found her in her nook, scraping his boot heel to make noise so as not to startle her too much. He eased into a crouch and smiled as he watched her nap and maybe even come awake.]

Hey kiddo, nice set-up.

[jinxs]

(It used to feel more of a painful, torturing reminder for her, too. Nowadays, there is a little light that brings hope into this place. Her belongings are thrown on Jinx's workshop, little drawings scattered all around the tent, so someone's giving new meaning to all this house of nightmares.

It used to be way, way worse.

With her hand dragging across her face, she awakens, although not ready to throw hands considering she knows who knows. Silco, Peter, Vander. She's safe.)

Too you soooo long. Did you break the stairs?

[cantilevers]

[He spotted the drawings and knew that they were not from Jinx. They were a different style regardless of the similar types of oil crayons used, and he reached out to tip one of the pictures towards himself to look at it. There was something that softened in him knowing that this was Isha, the little girl that he knew nothing about, who existed well after his time, and yet she seemed to make Jinx happy. That's what mattered.

He hummed softly at her question, shrugging his shoulders and pulling out the map that had been left with him and turned it this way and that, backwards and forwards. Then he aimed it at her.]

You didn't annotate north, so it took me time to learn the orientation. You up for a visit?