In Due Course

[Sören]

Sören shrugged at the offered explanation; it was as good a suggestion as any, and they simply would not know until they'd had the chance to investigate for themselves. Personally, he was more inclined to believe the answer lay in the darker nature of people than in the anomaly of weather. Or perhaps he just didn't want it to be banal coincidence. Life, the way he saw it, branched and connected into a complex but purposeful tapestry. Accidents did not happen frivolously. There would be an answer here. The very possibility of denial spiked only irritation. There would be an answer.

He shut down the Wallet and rubbed idly at the stubble on his cheeks, contemplating for a moment. Without focus, Sören was apt to wander, and India a time-time jewel worthy of appraisal. But tonight the lure was dry, his thoughts tuned too closely to the destination ahead rather than the curiosities offered by a foreign city. "What I'd prefer is to shove the moon from his lofty perch, the sooner for the sun to rise and allow us to be on with the damned journey."
He grinned and downed the amber liquid of his glass, discarding it some place ornamental as he stood. Declan was long used to his lofty language. And impatience.

"Order away. I guess I'll take that shower."
He hooked his bag by a strap, and twisted it over his shoulder.