Snippet #2394200

Aleph Banton

He didn't find any alcohol. It must have been scavenged by someone else, because each and every shelf that had once held the nectar had been wiped clean of it. So, it left naught but water to drink. Aleph reached over to a shelf and grabbed one of the waters that had been resting in the refrigerated sections, that way it was cool, and he then began drinking. Truth be told, water felt so much more refreshing to drink than booze, but it didn't give him the illusion that he was forgetting anything. About his past, or about Faith's death. Even still, water did its job to keep his throat from being dry, and that's all he'll have for now, it seemed.

*Clunk*

He began hearing noises on the rooftop of the building he was in. By the looks of it, someone had to have been up there, screwing around, but who.... or what? His first thought was, of course, Phillip. He seemed like an animal, so maybe he was monkeying around up there, but that left the question of why he was doing that? Searching for Aleph? No, why? They were just at each other's throats, so unless he came here to fight him, then there was no reason to find him. And there was no reason to come fight anymore. If they were going to, they'd have done it back at the bar. Coming here just to fight him was preposterous and foolish, so Aleph hastily disregarded that idea.

But then... who was the person in the store with him? Aleph couldn't tell who it was....wait, Phillip? He was nearly impossible to recognize, but something about how he walked gave off the impression that it was Phillip. That, and some of the stuff he was wearing was the same. But this was the first time Aleph could recall seeing him like this. It was obvious that he was looking for Aleph now. He'd might as well just speak up so things could get over. He gave a loud sigh and then said, "What?" simply and waited for the man to speak.