A Stroll

Who: Kurt and open!
When: afternoon
Where: streets of Marquette

Walking around town was ... interesting, in a word. Kurt had been doing it for the better part of the day, ignoring the still-present ache in his knee, and just taking in the sights. Strangely, he was entirely unperturbed by the presence of ghosts in the world. As long as he wasn't anywhere near Auschwitz or Bergen-Belsen or hell, even Berlin, he thought he could continue to be fine with them. He found them more fascinating than anything, in all honesty.

And the way people were reacting ... he nodded slowly as a man on the street babbled to him about how the seven plagues were next, and the murder of everyone's firstborn and the Angel of Death and all that. Kurt wasn't a religious man, per se, but he knew enough to be fairly certain the gentlemen had gotten his books mixed up. As the wild-eyed fanatic saw he wasn't getting anywhere and moved on to the next nearest ear, Kurt chuckled to himself, shook his head, and picked up his walking again.