luministi | ✧ 02 ✧

[The time is late, past curfew, and Jamie is creeping throughout the streets, occasionally ducking behind objects or darting around corners to avoid the patrols. It's a distraction, something to get his mind off the dream he had that night - one that seems more real the more he thinks about it. The bed he was lying on, body wracked with fever, a silver, almost robotic seeming arm reaching towards him... With an effort, he shakes off that thought, his mind turning to other things. Specifically, the message from earlier.]

PL? Plan B? What could those be? Maybe if I keep looking, I'll find some sort of clue.

[Provided, of course, he can continue to manage to avoid being caught. The Scot continues on his search, keeping a wary eye out for the deputies.]