Quoted By:
==
<span class="mu-s">BearFanPCM: Hi. It's Me. I think I'll come over the day after tomorrow.
BearFanPCM: Just wondering if you have any tasks for me before that.
==
BearFanPCM: Any errands you want, or info I can prepare?
BearFanPCM: Hello?
==
BearFanPCM: I assume you're busy, I'll text back later.
==
BearFanPCM: It's been a while, is everything okay?
==
BearFanPCM: You don't usually take this long to reply.
BearFanPCM: I'm coming over later to see if things are fine.
</span>
==
Strangely, Doc's replies have been nonexistent ever since the other day. He's a professional, and you know he's always good with texting back, so you assumed he's just caught up in work and didn't fret too much. But eventually, your concern lines up with your intent to stop lazing about.
Once three days pass, you're ready to head out again. You do one more sweep of the morning news. Just like Squid said, the servitors have started cleaning up by teleporting junk straight into the sewers. You watch them siphon it up with tubes and take it off the streets, while flying Digimon unsteadily cruise by the sputtering junk pillar. Every so often, they insert probes into it to measure the flow rate, and estimate how much is left inside.
You put on your usual outfit, flick through your .app library, and then exit your apartment. It's going to be a long walk to Doc's place.
