05-19-2018, 06:59 PM
It took longer this time. Another few minutes, by his estimate, added onto what he had already started to call the 'normal' time.
Just like both times before, though, it had gone perfectly. "Going to wind up spoiling myself at this rate, if it's always this easy," he noted to himself with a wry grin, as he eased himself into the driver's seat and shut the door. He idly flipped the key in his fingers, before nodding to himself. Into the ignition it went, and with a twist...the engine of the Griffon rumbled and roared to life. And as it did, Roger Smith set it into proper gear with easy, well-practiced movements. Both hands on the wheel, and then gas applied...and without incident, the car rumbled into motion. Slowly at first, but gaining speed as Roger's certainty that it had worked out well increased and any remaining hesitation fled.
The radio didn't work here, of course, and so he drove in silence. It had been the same before, in Paradigm City. Driving in silence, over much longer distances than this one. That had always been fine by him. Norman had assured him that the radio itself worked perfectly, of course. But there was simply nothing for it to pick up. Nothing that was worth a gentleman such as himself listening to, at least.
Minutes passed in relative silence, only the constant, steady thrum of the car's engine providing any input. There wasn't even the typical jostling or minor change in texture, rolling from one section of road to another, paved at different times. Of course there wouldn't be any such thing...there weren't even any roads here.
"From a city without memories...to a world without scenery," he finally spoke aloud after several minutes of this. "Omni...you sure have a sense of humor."
Just like both times before, though, it had gone perfectly. "Going to wind up spoiling myself at this rate, if it's always this easy," he noted to himself with a wry grin, as he eased himself into the driver's seat and shut the door. He idly flipped the key in his fingers, before nodding to himself. Into the ignition it went, and with a twist...the engine of the Griffon rumbled and roared to life. And as it did, Roger Smith set it into proper gear with easy, well-practiced movements. Both hands on the wheel, and then gas applied...and without incident, the car rumbled into motion. Slowly at first, but gaining speed as Roger's certainty that it had worked out well increased and any remaining hesitation fled.
The radio didn't work here, of course, and so he drove in silence. It had been the same before, in Paradigm City. Driving in silence, over much longer distances than this one. That had always been fine by him. Norman had assured him that the radio itself worked perfectly, of course. But there was simply nothing for it to pick up. Nothing that was worth a gentleman such as himself listening to, at least.
Minutes passed in relative silence, only the constant, steady thrum of the car's engine providing any input. There wasn't even the typical jostling or minor change in texture, rolling from one section of road to another, paved at different times. Of course there wouldn't be any such thing...there weren't even any roads here.
"From a city without memories...to a world without scenery," he finally spoke aloud after several minutes of this. "Omni...you sure have a sense of humor."
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