Eddie Munson. And yeah, well, maybe if someone had gotten the address right…

[ He grins. The tension surrounding this event isn’t really the type that can be alleviated with Eddie’s usual dumb jokes, but he can sure try. ]

Nah, during the whole, uh… [ He hesitates, searching for the right words to describe recent events without getting too graphic. ] Well…recent events? I ran a lot of errands for other people during prep in Nocwich. Just trying to do what I could, you know? It sort of stuck. I didn’t really plan on becoming a full on delivery boy, but I guess I don’t really mind.

[ Feeling useful is one of his worst struggles here; one he’s made a renewed effort to remedy in any way he can since the kidnappings. If feeling useful means delivering a letter from one summoned to another, he’ll take the job in a heartbeat. ]

Wait, seriously?

[ Eddie’s attention shifts easily to the important matter at hand: music and the metal scene. You brought it up, Louis, so you have to suffer with the consequences. ]

I mean, the chain wasn’t really anything special, just…you have any stories?