I'm having trouble concentrating, which is rare for me. When my training was coming to an end, I remember being so impatient, so anxious to go do some asskicking. Now the anxiety I'm feeling is based on a lack of confidence that I haven't felt for years.
In the past week, we've happened across the Vertigo Man and his two cohorts, the time-freezer Martin and a murder mystery. From what Richards just told me, that all might only be the tip of the iceberg. Martin indicated that his appearance was a harbinger of sorts, too. As awesome as it is to now count Larry Lance and TC amongst our professional acquaintances, their experience, ability and wisdom are reminders to me just how far Will and I are from being ready to tackle problems as big as what Richards and Martin are describing.
I'm hip-deep in this train of thought when I think something catches my eye. I stop in my tracks and blink, once, twice. I close my eyes, steady my breathing and count to three(a technique I used to rely on to keep my ass from bouncing off the walls when I got down some), then open. Breathing a sigh of relief, I figure the lights must have been playing tricks on me. For a second I was positive that I saw a man with short dark hair, receding somewhat, casually mingling within the crowd, drink in hand...a man who, last I had seen, was completely frozen inside of a parking garage.
Shaking my head, I glance around and notice that a few residents have left the doors to their apartments open. I guess they're being all friendly and inviting and stuff, letting people casually walk in and hang out. Finding a place to sit for awhile and think things through sounds appealing, or maybe I'd rather find a place where I can get myself distracted from thinking things through, so I head on over. As I walk through the doorway I hear some shouting from the rooftop, but I ignore it.
