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[Rockeater]

There is no good trade for one’s soul.

What about two souls? or a thousend

[Egan_BW]

I do not think the fact that this is taking a bit too long and it's starting to get kinda cloudy is a particularly good reason to accuse this man of supernatural shenanigans just yet.
Let's keep our eyes open, though.

[WillowLuman]

The sudden weather change has you a bit on edge. You were just hanging out with a confirmed werewolf, so you're not about to be taken by surprise by some otherworldly stuff. Mr. Henderson sits back and starts telling a story about working three jobs to save up for the down payment on his car.

The fog keeps getting thicker and thicker as you drive, until you can no longer see off the sides of the road. Just a wall of soft white. "Guess this means we're nearly there," says Mr. Henderson. You look at the app, and it seems you're indeed drawing close. After what was certainly too long for that distance.

Click. You glance down and see Mr. Henderson has placed his harmonica on the console between your seats. "Would you hold onto this for me? You know what they say, 'you can't take it with you.' Was sure nice to play it again, though."

[Rockeater]

Ooh great, we pick up someone to heven, in that case
How do I get here in the future?

[Egan_BW]

"Oh, I get it. Neat. Hope to see you again someday, Mr. Henderson?"

[WillowLuman]

"Oh... I get it. Hope to see you again someday, Mr. Henderson?"

Mr. Henderson smiles. "You too. But, you better go and get as old as me at least first, you hear?"

Welp. Here we are. It doesn't look like there's a bus stop here, but somewhere out in the fog off the side of the road, there's this... light. As he undoes his seatbelt, you ask, "Well, when the time comes... how do I get where you're going."

"Heh. I'll be honest, I don't know what's out there. Just feels in my bones like it's something nice." He chuckles quietly. "But ah, I think all you gotta do is the best you can for the important folks in your life, and leave the world just a bit happier than how you found it." Mr. Henderson gets out of the car, taking a few steps before turning around. "Oh, and... can you do one last thing for me? Can you tell my grandson that, well, in the end I'm good with his choices?" With one last smile, he adds "I'd really appreciate it." With that, he walks off into the fog.

[Rockeater]

I guess his grandson will be at his home, so now how we say that whitout sounding like a creep?

[WillowLuman]

I guess his grandson will be at his home, so now how we say that whitout sounding like a creep?

Hmm. The request sounds pretty personally important, but it ocurrs to you you might not be able to fulfill it right away. After all, you have no idea where this guy's family is. You picked him up from a retirement home after all. All you've got to go on is his name. Plus, you'd need to think of a tactful way to approach that. And a believable one.

[Egan_BW]

Well, we'll probably get an opportunity eventually, knowing this job.
"Man, this job is weird."

Next ride?

[Rockeater]

Well, we'll probably get an opportunity eventually, knowing this job.
"Man, this job is weird."

Next ride?

+1

[WillowLuman]

You pull away and turn around, and the fog quickly fades away, though the sky is still overcast. "Man, this job is weird..." As soon as you pull back into the city limits, you check your app again. Huh. Somehow, Mr. Henderson tipped you $15, the maximum amount the app allows. Wait, did he even have a phone?

Anyways, you see a few more pings:

* Stacey Atterson, calling for 3 seats. Going from a house to the middle school.

* Tyler Gonzales, going from a different house to a gym across town from said house.

* Nate Mayes, going from the police station to the strip mall.

[Rockeater]

Let's see some groups here
Stacey

[Egan_BW]

Hmm, Tyler might be interesting.

[Prophet]

Tyler.

[cronos5010]

Nate