genessia | When Harry Met Lewis

So... To be honest, he might not have thought that whole ATTACK ARTHUR thing through. He'd sort of not... expected to see him. Like... at all. At all see him, ever. He was sort of hoping for a solid few months of getting his shit together, learning to control his temper, get his un-life under control, then when he was inevitably whisked back to the truck at home, he'd be in a more fit state to deal with his issues.

Good plan!

Did not work that way, one day of mulling over the problem didn't fix it, not something as complicated as being murdered by your best friend.

And so now here he sat. Inside his locket, on top of a bunch of old, worn out blankets in a box in an alley.

Not that Lewis was actually aware of his location, or indeed what was going on around him.

Hell, he even had the Sunday paper dropped on him and it didn't even cause the locket to shimmer, let alone wake him the hell up.

This.... this might take a while. He might be out for a bit, it seemed.

Just until he could repair the damage to the locket, at least.