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anson_greeneThings had been going well with Ynez' visit to Rome for the most part, and Darius was pleased that she seemed to be mending. His confusion regarding who exactly he was supposed to be was still muddling his thoughts, but he hoped that being able to retrace some of the paths he had walked so many centuries before would help him to get a firmer grasp on things. With that thought in mind, Darius made a mental note to contact Methos soon, and thank him for the use of the villa.
For the moment though, his concern was in obtaining some things from the new world, and in contacting someone there who could have those things shipped. After a moment's though, he smiled to himself and pulled recalled the young man he had met several months before at that club in New York. Pulling out his wallet, he looked through it until he found the scrap of paper the number was written on. Not bothering to check and see what the time difference was, he then dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up.
For the moment though, his concern was in obtaining some things from the new world, and in contacting someone there who could have those things shipped. After a moment's though, he smiled to himself and pulled recalled the young man he had met several months before at that club in New York. Pulling out his wallet, he looked through it until he found the scrap of paper the number was written on. Not bothering to check and see what the time difference was, he then dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up.
