[Gordon continues leading the way, light-source in hand, though Waver's spell seems to make that redundant. Before too much longer, the voices are back, the woman's voice repeating her complaint with another whiff of perfume.]
The children and I need you, Jim.
[Scowling, the older man pushes on, only to come to a complete stop as if slapped when, this time, the counter argument comes with another, different whiff of perfume and a feminine voice.]
Doesn't she know the city needs you too?
[The Jim Gordon physically present looks to Waver, and pushes on, the next blind corner opening onto a Union Rooftop. A younger, though 'Young' would be a stretch, Jim Gordon, his hair still maintaining its original red, sitting on a low brick wall, cigarette smoke trailing away in the wind as he watches the blonde hair of the woman speaking whip in the wind.]
[Gordon--the real Gordon, with aging joints and grey hair--'s dark eyes go wide, staring at the impossible glimpse into his past.]
Re: Open
[Gordon continues leading the way, light-source in hand, though Waver's spell seems to make that redundant. Before too much longer, the voices are back, the woman's voice repeating her complaint with another whiff of perfume.]
The children and I need you, Jim.
[Scowling, the older man pushes on, only to come to a complete stop as if slapped when, this time, the counter argument comes with another, different whiff of perfume and a feminine voice.]
Doesn't she know the city needs you too?
[The Jim Gordon physically present looks to Waver, and pushes on, the next blind corner opening onto a Union Rooftop. A younger, though 'Young' would be a stretch, Jim Gordon, his hair still maintaining its original red, sitting on a low brick wall, cigarette smoke trailing away in the wind as he watches the blonde hair of the woman speaking whip in the wind.]
[Gordon--the real Gordon, with aging joints and grey hair--'s dark eyes go wide, staring at the impossible glimpse into his past.]