If October had had his way, he would have just had someone carry him down into the Dark Cove so that he didn't have to walk himself. He would also have been asleep, preferably curled up in a ball somewhere away from all the noise and the hubbub.

Sadly, none of these things came to pass.

Instead, he was sitting on the floor of the cove, cross-legged, with his hands tucked into his lap, having a conversation with a voice inside of his head that may or may not have been just a figment of his imagination, or maybe a sign that he was probably suffering from lack of sleep.

(It definitely was not the latter.)

"So you're. Uh."

A pause.

"What are you again?"

There was a laugh, feminine sounding, amusement lacing through the voice that responded.

< My name's Tuesday. I think I've been waiting for you. Or something. >

"Or something?"

< Look, they don't tell us much, okay, I don't even know anything or remember anything except my name and that I used to be a reaper before I became...well, this. >

"What exactly is 'this?'"

< Uh, well, I'm over here, you could come and get me. >

A long suffering sigh answered this obvious fact. October glanced around, glowing light reflecting off the surface of his glasses as he pushed himself reluctantly to his feet. He shifted, turning his head this way and that to try and figure out where the here was, and was rewarded by more laughter coming from his left.

< This way. I think. >

It took him several minutes to determine this as well, though this was half because October was moving roughly at the pace of a turtle. He finally discovered which of the tablets was "talking" to him and laid a hand on it, tugging it free from the wall and holding it in out in front of him between thumb and forefinger like it was some sort of questionable item.

"So...what exactly do I do with this?"

< Jack if I know. >

"My name's October, not Jack."

< What a nice name. >

The tablet started to glow more brightly, and then in a small flicker of blue light, it dissolved away entirely. Something heavier and longer replaced the rough stone - a handle - and October wrapped his fingers around it, tugging it until the light faded and he could see what it was.

It was, sadly, and much to his disappointment, not an umbrella. It did, however, resemble the one he had used to defend himself back at the apartments, which October found reassuring. He turned the sword over in his hands, eyeing it with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, most of his expression hidden behind the bandanna wrapped around his lower face.

"Huh."

< Nice, huh? You and I are partners now, Octy. >

"Looks like it."