Toledo, Ohio.
TemporalAbattoir: Bad news, boss
TemporalAbattoir: we're gonna have to push back the 1.10.4 patch.
TemporalAbattoir: again
TemporalAbattoir: just fyi
The Arbiter closed the chat window, not even bothering to look at the responses. Wanda had been nagging him about the patch for weeks now. His eyes wandered for a moment to the touch tone telephone next to his monitor setup.
Ring, ring
The Arbiter picks up the phone.
“Hey”
“Wanda needs you to be at the next conference” The Closer’s voice sounds the same way it aways does.
“Alright-”
“in person.”
“shit. Why?”
“I don't know. she wouldn't tell me, but she insisted you have to be there.”
The Arbiter sighs. Going into the office was his least favorite thing to do, especially when Wanda was there. He suddenly looks over at the corner of the room where a simple Ebony coffin is leaning against the wall.
So many memories bound up in that box...