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Your mind goes blank for a moment, unsure of what to do next.
“Well, that New York girl.” You say out loud to no one in particular, then bolt off in New York’s direction.
It’s not a long trip, at least not compared to months travelling in space, you land somewhere discreet, readjust your clothing a bit, though the unkempt look the wind gave you is not going to disappear with a few taps of the hand.
You float a bit off the ground through the gigantic neighbourhood that is Staten Island, many small houses dot the landscape. It’s not until you see a local that you remember you’re supposed to walk. He gives you a weird look, wondering if he was imagining things, and continues his stroll.
A short ten minute walk lands you in front of a two-storey house. Much thinner than the Kent household. The Kents must be enjoying those perks of living in a small Midwest town Superman told you about.
You stand in front of the door and ring the bell then wait. Half a minute later you hear a disembodied voice saying “Hello?” Through the speaker. “Oh, it’s you!”
Footsteps trot to the door and open it from the inside. You see that same girl you saw a few days ago, now wearing much less clothing than in the mountain, you remember humans insulate poorly.
You bring up your hand in greeting. “Hello. It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you too.” She replies. “I realized the day after I should probably have given you my phone number instead of my address.”
You’re not really sure, you don’t know much about human courtship save for those dramatic theatre plays up in the Watchtower. You chuckle, “Maybe, yeah.”
“I didn’t get your name back then. Just ‘No-‘. Mind telling me?”
>”It’s Nao’Lann.”
>”It’s Nao’Lann, but you can call me Nolan.”
>Write-in.
