Trooper Station - Saturday

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Roy sat on the steps to the station, watching the tiny golden turtles slowly crawl past the street. A troop of them was trying unsuccessfully to clamber up the stairs, but even the first step seemed too high and sometimes one of them would fall over on its shell. It'd flail about for a moment until Roy reached down to return it to its feet.

It was warm, too warm as Roy's dark uniform and eyepatch soaked up the sun and the back of his neck prickled, but he didn't move to take off his jacket. He was used to the heat and at least he knew where this sense of unease came from. Unlike the feeling he'd woken up to. He hadn't told Aly, knowing she'd insist on staying. Or him joining her and he wished he had. He needed to be here however. He'd made a promise and while he doubted that either River or Lee would come talk to him, it was important that they could.