As they scoured the streets, Valentine's feending eyes made contact with others on the hunt. At this hour, you where either lost and just got mugged or you're on the make for the devil's fruit.
They entered the park, dipped past the playground, and headed toward Garibaldi.
"He's usually right under this statue," Valentine said.
As they came around Valentine took his hands out of his pocket and began to twist off his ring.
"What the fuck!"
Below the statue, cradled in a damp paper bag, laid an empty 40 oz of Haffenrefrer.
"Easy Valentine, he's got to be around here somewhere."
"Fuck!"
Valentine gazed up at the bronzed Garibaldi and realized... he would never be missed. His eyes fell softly and his head quickly followed.
"Lets go."
"Where?"
"Wherever."
"You don't have a plan?"
"My plan? My plan is to feed your goddamn nuts to the squirrels!"
Valentine took off while Legend stood there holding a confused look on his face.
Valentine walked intranced by the sidewalk that sparkled like diamonds trapped in a jewelry store case. He thought to himself,
"This just aint my Goddamn night."
Suddenly, he realized Legend was not behind him.
"Maybe it is."
Just then Legend appeared from around the corner.
"I found him!"
Valentine quickly headed over.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Valentine said never taking his eyes off the ground.
There he was, the Doctor, in all his glory.
"He's still wears those orthopedic shoes?
Those are just a pore choice,"
"You noticed his shoes... nothing else?"
"Well, I mean it...it seams like his shirts a little to short but..."
"Ok...ok enough! Just fucking help me get him up."
"Don't you think we should tuck his balls in first, he's gotta be pretty embarrassed about that."
"Legend, just help me get him up."
They pull the Doctor to his feet, but there is still no sign of life.
"Doc...hey Doc...it's me Valentine. Doc!"
Nothing.
"Let me give it a try."
Legend balls his fist and sends it thundering deep into the Doc's stomach. Within seconds he is wide eyed and trying to stabilize himself against the wall.
"What the fuck did you do that for?"
"You gotta get that motor started again. Get that air circulating."
"You're un-fucking precedented."
Doc's pupils found it hard adjusting to the dirty tungsten light.
"Doc...it's Valentine."
"Who?"
"Valentine man. Come on you know me."
"Maybe he doesn't know you."
"Legend is that you?"
Legend shoots Valentine a shit eating grin.
"Ya it's me Doc...and Valentine."
Slurring, Doc does his best to speak, "What can I do for you...O...O no... I don't feel so good!"
Valentine catches the Doc as he falls.
"Maybe we oughta get you home."
"Ya, I think that would be best."
Valentine and Legend carry the Doc off as if he had been wounded in battle.
