Ten Forward Private log - E in the Cooler // Pinched by the Fuzz

To say he felt like an asshole was an understatement. He hated apologizing for shit, but he supposed he had to this time. Even if he couldn't control anything that was going on. But Philip needed one most of all for that period of time he had to deal with his punkass self.

While he was down here, he was running through what he'd done and what had been going through his head while everything was going on, and all he could conclude was that would have been his fate without the influence of Sokichi Narumi. And he knew it wasn't entirely inaccurate. If it hadn't been for him he probably would have been a very different kind of man now.

He was stretched out on the bed in the cell, his feet crossed at his ankles and his hat down over his face. They'd taken all the Memories and the Driver when he'd reverted back to himself, but at least they'd let him keep his hat.

Overall, he was more upset with Q for setting this up than he was with the crew for locking him up. Even if he hadn't actually been put on ice like this since high school. He still had some of his patience left. Too much longer, and it might run out.