He sat up, thinking about the syringes, the figure in the alley, the strange dream with… that thing. It was all too much. He put his hands over his aching eyes, took a deep breath, and made up his mind. He was a sheepdog; he was a man of action. There was something he needed to check on.
The Wrong Station contains explicit content and mature themes. Episode-specific warnings can be found at www.wrongstation.com