![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
There was no good way of telling how long Hughes had been in the Nexus at this point. He'd be trying to catch a few z's on a couch next to his phone booth home when the sky would go from the dark of Midnight to sunset. He'd read and heard others talking about the strange goings on of the Nexus as if it had a mind of its own. Honestly? Hughes was pretty sure they were right.
He'd spent most of his time here trying to get his phone booth to open up. Any method of entrance that he could think of, he'd tried - tugging at the door in various manners, trying to pry it open, scratching at the glass with his push knives, attempting to break one of the windows to open it from the inside. Hell, he'd even looked for a lock to try and pick. The only thing he hadn't tried was firing at it with his standard issue firearm, which he had only a single clip for on his person.
All of it had been for nothing. With each passing hour, he was more and more sure he wasn't going home, that all of the threads he was trying to tie together would scatter to the winds. It only made him more determined to prove himself wrong, but the constant defeat hurt. Now, however, he had help. Now he had access to a whole new set of options that someone as normal as him could never dream of doing on his own. This was his chance, and he wasn't about to blow it.
Hughes looked over at Katsuya, who had followed him over from the large table of sweets the officer had provided to residents of the Nexus.
"So, where do we start?"
He'd spent most of his time here trying to get his phone booth to open up. Any method of entrance that he could think of, he'd tried - tugging at the door in various manners, trying to pry it open, scratching at the glass with his push knives, attempting to break one of the windows to open it from the inside. Hell, he'd even looked for a lock to try and pick. The only thing he hadn't tried was firing at it with his standard issue firearm, which he had only a single clip for on his person.
All of it had been for nothing. With each passing hour, he was more and more sure he wasn't going home, that all of the threads he was trying to tie together would scatter to the winds. It only made him more determined to prove himself wrong, but the constant defeat hurt. Now, however, he had help. Now he had access to a whole new set of options that someone as normal as him could never dream of doing on his own. This was his chance, and he wasn't about to blow it.
Hughes looked over at Katsuya, who had followed him over from the large table of sweets the officer had provided to residents of the Nexus.
"So, where do we start?"
