The city in dark"Well, I'm Martita Sanchez-Rios, I'm originally from Mexica, but my family and I immigrated to Brooklyn, in New York, when I was young. I was flying back home, after visiting some family members in Mexico, and then this happened. Also, should we do something about the body? Like a funeral?
Tell my life story, and suggest doing something about the body. Also, start searching on the internet about what's happened.
"On airplane? That must have come down hard..." Kalyana voices her empathy.
"Burial will happen. Eventually. As soon as someone finds where we can actually cremate people. This place places a lot of restrictions on traditional funeral rites. You don't happen to be his family?" Doctor asks.
The wifi doesn't offer internet connection. It is simply a wifi router somewhere nearby that used to have internet connection, but not anymore. For reasons.
"I am not his family, and I barely know him. But he did try to help me when I was injured, and I think he deserves better than to leave his dead body on the floor."
Explain my situation, and then start trying to pinpoint the location of the router.
"Sounds like he was a good man in heart, but if I can make anything out of his last words he got some bad karma. Hopefully not too much. I know you westerners have different customs with dealing dead, but here in India we don't touch dead unnecessarily. But since we don't probably even have priest here nor we can't really know when sun rises or sets, I guess we have to make compromises. Eventually."
Now finding that router is not gonna be easy.
[Search: 2] You wander around inside and outside with the laptop and be completely baffled.
Variation in signal strength makes absolutely no sense.Now that you are outside you see there's certain change in traffic. People are moving with definite purpose, carrying various metal items to other end of the block.
Futuristic city"No...that guy is just...um, a wacky man I met. My real dad isn't like him at all." A smile appears on Sonny's face as pleasant memories fill his mind. "My dad can build anything. He built me a tree-house all by himself! He even added a ladder, but I always liked to climb up to the tree-house using the branches. Sometimes I would fall and hurt myself, but my mom was always there to help. She's a nurse. She even taught me how to use band-aids and other stuff so that I'd be alright if I hurt myself when she wasn't around..."
The smile on Sonny's face slowly fades away as tears begin to wet his eyes.
"...I miss them..."
Resist the urge to cry.
[1] You bawl your eyes out. The woman hugs you tightly and your tears and snot make her shirt dirty, but of course you don't notice or care at this point.
"You have wonderful parents. Don't worry, I'm certain they are alive and around somewhere. All you need to do is find them. And we'll help you out. Are you hungry? Would you perhaps like cookies? I have some at my house. It's not far." She says.
Check out the police station, see what is inside, perhaps try some more symbols to get in. If I can't and there are some windows, just try shooting a hole through one. 3 shots maximum.
Inside the station are few police men in their fancy uniforms. Dwarfs, humans and birdheads. Door opens automatically as you approach, though calling it a "door" might be a bit of stretch. It's more like a hole appearing into the wall.
The police sees you and smiles you. "Hello. Do you need help?"
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