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WHO: Open
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Afternoon, Monday 13 June
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Frank engages in an old ritual.
FORMAT: Para

The park was similar enough to the one in his world that he was able to find the field where it had happened, the Shepard's Meadow. It looked almost exactly the same. There was even a tree in the same location, different species though. Sitting down under the tree, Frank laid down a blanket and pulled out a picnic lunch along with a yellow kite which he stared at intently while he ate. Wearing normal clothes instead of his usual attire he appeared to all the world like an ordinary middle aged man, reliving memories of a better time and they'd be right. Finished with his lunch Frank picked up the kite and held it, closing his eyes and letting his memories drift back to that day so long ago. Maria, the children, they'd all been so happy.

Then they were nothing.

Standing up he unwound the kite's line and ran just long enough to get it to catch the breeze. Letting out more of the line Frank let the kite gain height until he was satisfied with it. Holding onto the kite Frank's mind began to drift again, seemingly unaware of anyone, or anything around him.

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Her question quickly wiped the smile from Frank's face. "No, but it's close enough. Never visited here, or the graves on that day anyway. There was always some idiot laying in wait hoping to catch me off guard."

"It is a sound strategy, given most human's sentimentality."

Which reminded her. "I will eventually have to report your presence here."

"It's also obvious and an obvious ambush is easy to turn against the enemy."

Frank smirked a little again, grateful she hadn't reported him yet. "I know. I'll be gone by the time anyone responds."

"Which is precisely why I haven't made any calls as yet."

She watches the kite with a slight smile on her face. It's easier after the monster incident, oddly enough. Things can amuse her instead of her feigning amusement to fit in.

"You should do this more often."

Frank raises an eyebrow. "I thought your therapist said things like this weren't healthy?"

"Flying a kite is a 'human' activity. Despite the fact that I'm also using the data to compare it with recent weather patterns and against a variety of weather reporting agencies in the City."

She pauses, tilting her head. "They have an approximate accuracy rating of 87.451%"

Well, know he knew who to call for accurate weather predictions. "Keep the kite. I have to get rid of it anyway, better someone gets some use out of it."

"Perhaps we can fly it together another time." She begins to reel the kite in, sending a brief message to the police switchboard.

"I have to go to work now, a message has been sent to the police switchboard. It will take officers approximately seven minutes to arrive, based on their current locations. Less if there are mounted officers in the park I am unaware of."

"Maybe," Frank said as he nodded slowly and turned to go. "I'll be out of here in three minutes. You stay safe and tell Bauer to not keep you too cooped up."