It's a tedious process but there really is nothing left. Paul moves to the window when Daryl waves his hand, brow furrowing a little as he looks outside. No, it's completely unfamiliar and definitely in the middle of a city. That isn't anywhere near where they're supposed to be.
"I'm from D.C.," he admits, "and this isn't D.C. I don't recognize it at all."
Growing up in the home like he had, it isn't like he'd had many opportunities to travel - money is always an issue when you're a ward of the state and even after they kick you to the curb because you're still poor. So Paul knows D.C. and the surrounding areas and that's about it. He sighs, moving over to the couch of the room they're in and leaning against the side of it with his arms crossed over his chest.
"None of this is adding up. We're not in the right place, we're healed up, we're alone, we weren't restrained, so what are we supposed to take from that?"
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"I'm from D.C.," he admits, "and this isn't D.C. I don't recognize it at all."
Growing up in the home like he had, it isn't like he'd had many opportunities to travel - money is always an issue when you're a ward of the state and even after they kick you to the curb because you're still poor. So Paul knows D.C. and the surrounding areas and that's about it. He sighs, moving over to the couch of the room they're in and leaning against the side of it with his arms crossed over his chest.
"None of this is adding up. We're not in the right place, we're healed up, we're alone, we weren't restrained, so what are we supposed to take from that?"