I found it, and it's where it's supposed to be and don't worry about the alcohol, I'll get some on the way back. I don't think I'm the only one who needs it - one way or the other, so it seems only fair I go get it myself.

[Not to drown out the horror of the past few weeks, but to disinfect the wound running from the top of his spine and all the way down to past the edge of his pants, but it's. Not important right now, and once he gets back, maybe the sleepers will be awake enough to lend a hand. If not, there's always going forward the way he's been handling it so far - pouring it down his back and wearing a towel underneath a t-shirt a few sizes too small.]

Light doesn't seem to work here, so. It's fine. I'll take a look and maybe I'll decide that today is not the day I want to crash land in to a bush on my way in to town. It doesn't really feel like a bike-crash kind of day, you know?

Yes, Riku?