And, inevitably, a man got back to the point where he had to be alone with his thoughts. There were no missions in Australia: nothing acute, nothing that was demanding his attention. That could always... No one was attacked. No lives needed to be saved. He was just a man and his thoughts, but the quiet was a mercy he wasn't certain he was grateful for. [ establishy and nfb due to distance ]

Gravestones. Gravestones and green grass. There was a lot of it. Either. Them. Both. Filling so much space . "Cheery," Wade said with a sigh. "Are we kicking puppies...to say. A shame, because it was a really good rant. [ and the last one. nfi, nbi, ooc-ok, not ripped from any comics this time (wow!) and preplayed with the fantastic mouthy_merc ]

When he came home last night, Nathan hadn't done much other than lock up behind him and go to sleep. But a night's worth of restless dreams (flashes of metal; an alien creature reaching out) had put him...the letter, pushed it into the envelope, and laid it down on a stack to be mailed. [ establishy; contents of letter NFB, obviously. some stuff gratuitously poached from cable & deadpool #41 ]