“Sorry bud, this trip was unexpected.” Linwood said to Fix.  “All I got is this pack of smokes and one more J… they’re yours.” He tossed the pack of smokes to Fix.  A joint was rolled and tucked inside the pack.  “But I tell ya what, when we get outta here, we’re going to hit up the strip club, whaddya say? Just you, me, and a good time.”  Linwood didn’t really like visiting those establishments, but usually it worked to put Fix in a good mood.  Nothing like titties and bourbon to pacify Fix’s desire.<br/><br/>As they walked along the disturbing river, Linwood’s suit of armor clanking along noisily, Ethan asked Linwood a question.  “Yeah, I suppose I am.  It’s what my sis and I played when we was young’uns.  Ever since she was taken, I show up in the Dream wearing this suit of armor… been lookin’ for her ever since.”<br/>