-your yellow ticket of leave-

*wakes up (wait, what?) on the top floor of the Astronomy Tower; staggers to his feet, staring around in incomprehension -- a minute ago he was criticizing Harry Dresden's potion-making techniques, and now....*

*looks down, stamps on the floor and doesn't go through it -- stares some more, searches his pockets for his journal and comes up empty, and then realizes it's cold up here*

*fumbles with the doorknob until it opens and starts down the stairs, trying to stifle the vertigo that comes with being affected by gravity again*


[[Bob's journal is still back in Chicago, so he'll only be able to meet people in-person. 8D]]