_{@notaquawoman wants to be saved}

_{The light at the end of the docks flickered under the weight of his gaze-something he’d attribute to the spirit fluttering around inside of him. He’d never been to California before, let alone San Francisco-and the smell itself is enough to make him wanna hope back in his beat up truck and head back to Texas. City slickers think themselves so smart, with fancy cars and expensive parking-shit he’d paid to fucking park in a parking lot, that’s a far cry from his home town.}

_{Still, he’d arranged himself a nice little meeting for an information exchange. The preacher isn’t much a slueth at all- adequate intelligence, but he can phone up mysterious numbers and play the voice of God just fine until he got what he wanted. Which is what his guest wants. He never actually got a name.} 

_{He makes his way out towards the light, flickering underneath his power, and pulls out his lighter from his pocket. A smoke is good-could always use one of those before meeting with no named fellas in towns as rich as this.}