Jarren's words caused him to think a little. Who really did know him? He thought everyone did, but maybe that was just standard paranoia. Maybe he was like a nobody, who passed people but no one cared, no one took notice... maybe that was the case... Mecardo sighed. It couldn't've been the case though. Not with what he got up to... everyone had to know him... right?

ShootnNod: Well that's good, because it means any rumours or preconceptions don't need to be fixed. Like for example, I don't have to deal with idiotic questions asking what I did involving a sheep and... a needle or something. I did nothing, that's not a rumour. I mean I've fed a sheep before and I've had needles, but I've never really mixed a sheep and a needle together before... But you know rumours, something totally unplausable could be said in the words of gossip and it turns into the most plausable thing in the world.

ShootnNod: Nice to meet you. Jarren's an odd name. Though I can't talk. I've had my name for so long that I think it's normal, I sometimes forget. Everyone screws up its spelling, it's depressing. But Jarren seems easy enough to remember how to spell, at least if you remember it's double R... hmm. I'll remember.