( action; locked to saya at the garage )

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[ He posts much later that day, well after the reality of the situation sets in.  Even delusion requires a little time to adapt itself; certain truths have to be rewritten in order to accommodate unforeseeable circumstances.  Some pills are harder to swallow than others, however.  Not having Jack here is one of them -- no, that one is going to take a little while longer to get down. 

And so he posts, the communicator clicking on to allow a few seconds of white noise, the sound of air passing through the microphone and nothing more. Eventually, though, he clears his throat quietly. If there's a strangeness in Nigel's voice, he doesn't realize it, but it's most certainly there -- a flatness to his tone that sharpens to an edge once Jack's name is mentioned. ]

Good afternoon, City.  I'm looking for a young man named Alex Forbes.