[Julien has gone and had another pulse just from being in here, but with the trouble the last one caused and the troubling nature of it - nothing upsetting to the Apostle, but flying through a city cleaned out by Sumatera Flu disturbs Julien - he hasn't let it on. Mostly he's been keeping wrapped up and dozing, feeling at once hot and cold, vividly fantasizing that he's a chrysalis or something and his wings are pent up against his body, and he doesn't have the energy to stretch them out.
But the sound or smell or something filters through that, and Julien realizes that he's hungry. How long ago did he eat? It had been a scone from Starbucks... Eventually he rolls on to his back and sits up groggily, blinking two sets of eyelids over rheumy eyes. He's not congested or leaking right now, but who knows how long that'll last.]
Re: CAMPFIRE
But the sound or smell or something filters through that, and Julien realizes that he's hungry. How long ago did he eat? It had been a scone from Starbucks... Eventually he rolls on to his back and sits up groggily, blinking two sets of eyelids over rheumy eyes. He's not congested or leaking right now, but who knows how long that'll last.]
...we're camping?