Thread:Gallatin/@comment-11372432-20140906020448/@comment-11459798-20140907224528

Gallatin picked up his felled coat and brushed it off, putting his core gadget back into its hidden pocket and sliding his arms into the sleeves. He was dizzy, tired, too much had happened with no reprieve, and he wasn't even paying attention anymore. "I'm going home..." he said simply as he started to make his way out.