AD7 stared at the empty lot in disbelief. She walked slightly inside the lot and then to the right. Turning around she looked to the left. Besides the large restaurant, the sky line was unmistakable. The buildings were worn and the sidewalk was missing but this was the place. This is where her seat would have been. This is where she was when it happened all those years ago.
With all the changes to the city, AD7 couldn’t expect the shop to go unscathed by time. Even so, there should at least be a shop here, a boarded up building, something.
Oyintsa turned away from the bounty posting. Seeing AD7 he saw the disappointment in her eyes. “It was here then,” he asked.
AD7 said nothing but nodded a positive response. She was still unsure what type of business was here. But it had to be incredibly important and convenient for her to remember the way even with her fragmented memory.
“It’s been a really long time,” Royal said still looking at the restaurant. She was getting really hungry, “Your place could have gone out of business.”
“Of all places, I only came here,” AD7 spoke almost to herself.
“Bosstown is pretty ragged these days,” Oyintsa commented, “They could have moved out.”
The scent of the spiced meat was really getting to Royal. AD7’s struggles were real and if anyone could relate to her problems it was Royal. Of all the members of GarDNAnge1, Royal was the most familiar with the side effects of rejuvenation. Things change suddenly. Life skips over an unknown period of time. Important matters occur that everyone else knows but spend little time talking about.
She felt AD7’s pain. Right now though, Royal was hungry. “The best way to sort out any problem is over a good meal,” she said still staring at the large restaurant in front of her. The hint was obvious enough for both AD7 and Oyintsa. Wasting no more time, they went into the noodle shop.
Opening the door, they were all shocked and impressed. All signs of despair disappeared at the door. Inside the door was luxury: polished stone entranceway, thick hardwood floors, generous lighting, and live music. This had to be one of the remaining tourist attractions in the city. Either that or it was easy to keep clean.
Inside the door was another bulletin board with even more bounties. The server showed them directly to their seats, stealing Oyintsa’s chance to read them all.
The place was fairly busy. It had the greatest concentration of people that the three had seen in Bosstown. Within minutes they had ordered and sat waiting for their food. Their seats were on the second level of the restaurant with full view of the street and the vacant lot.
Oyintsa saw AD7 sit in quiet contemplation, staring sadly at the lot. She was the one they had come for, the only one that could help them with the trails. If she was going to help them, she would need a clear head. Oyintsa decided that even if the news was bad, AD7 should get the whole story about her missing shop as soon as possible.
Seeing the waiter again, he asks what happened to the vacant lot across the street.
“Oh the old lot,” the waiter replied with pleasant shock, “you know a lot about our cities history. That is where this store used to be.” AD7 took a sigh of relief when she heard that. She turned to the waiter giving him her full attention as he continued, “It blew up and burned down about fifty years ago.”